CASSY
After the confrontation, I walked away from Delilah and locked myself in Sienna's bedroom… the penthouse is too quiet.
I hear Delilah moving around in the guest room. Opening and closing drawers. She's probably pacing, processing what just happened the same way I am but we don't talk.
I lie on Sienna's bed… our bed, I guess, and stare at the ceiling. The collar is still around my throat. I could take it off, after all Sienna isn't here but I don't take it off because even when she's not here, I'm still hers.
Around nine PM, I hear the elevator and my whole body tenses. I know it's Sienna. So I sit up, smooth down my hair, adjust the collar so it sits perfectly. Old habits I have been trained to respond to.
The bedroom door opens. She looks exhausted but when her eyes find me on
