Sylvia POV
Brielle thought she could run from me.
That she could hide.
That she could escape.
That if she tucked herself away in some foreign pack, she could slip out of my grasp.
She had always been foolish like that.
How naïve.
But powerless little girls don’t get to disappear.
Not unless I let them.
And I had spent far too much time ensuring she never would
I sat in my private study, the dim candlelight flickering across the stone walls. The fire crackled in the grand fireplace, casting long, reaching shadows: like fingers stretching toward something just out of reach.
The estate was silent.
But my mind was not.
I lifted my wine glass, swirling the deep red liquid slowly before taking a sip.
Then I leaned back in my chair, tapping my nails against the polished mahogany de
