"No," Sienna says, her voice is hard. "She's exclusively mine. I don't share."
"Pity." But he doesn't seem offended. "Well, if you change your mind..."
"I won't."
He nods, and moves on.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Sienna's hand drops to my head, and strokes my hair like I'm a pet.
"Breathe," she says softly. "I told you. I don't share. You're mine and mine alone."
It should be comforting. It's not, because being exclusively hers means belonging to someone who hates me and wants to break me.
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At ten o'clock, lights dim throughout the venue. A voice over the speaker system announces: "Ladies and gentlemen, please make your way to the main hall. Tonight's demonstrations will begin shortly."
The crowd move as one. Sienna stands, and I stand with her.
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