SIENNA
She's still asleep curled on her side. The collar catches the dim light from the window. My mark, my possession. I told myself this was about revenge, making her understand what she did to me, what her family did to mine. I told myself I'd break her, rebuild her, teach her what it feels like to be powerless.
And I have… but somewhere along the way, the script changed. Somewhere between the first night at the gilded cage and last night when she chose to stay, this stopped being about revenge and started being about something dangerously close to need.
I feel the need to pour myself a drink even though it's not up to 6 AM yet. The whiskey burns but it doesn't help, because I've been here before.
I remember Emily Richardson, 24 years old. She looked so much like Cassy it was unsett
