FALLON
In her panic and desperation, Sienna started the car. The engine roared to life just as I tried to calm her down, and she slammed the accelerator frantically. The car lurched forward just as Leone and Milo returned. To them, it appeared as an attempt to escape.
Leone saw this as an unequivocal betrayal—a planned escape I was part of. The consequences were swift and severe. Marcel was called, and he was furious. I could only imagine the horrific repercussions she would face at his hands. As for me, Leone’s punishment was calculatedly brutal in a different manner. He confined me to the room and revoked all my previously granted small freedoms. It took me days to convince him I wasn’t running. His actions reinforced how quickly things can change depending on his temper. I then overhe
