Zayne
I’m angry.
There’s no poetic way to wrap it up, no gentle justification that makes it sound healthier or noble. I’m pissed off, and the worst part is I don’t even know which fire started burning first.
Maybe it’s because of Isla. Or maybe it’s Sienna.
No—scratch that. It is Sienna.
Because out of everything gnawing at my sanity right now… I’m the reason she’s about to marry Vincenzo. I’m the reason she will be stuck in that world. I’m the reason she’ll walk down an aisle to a man who only sees people as accessories to his power. And there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it.
She must resent me now. Hell, she has every right to.
And then there’s Celeste.
Wherever the hell she is. Wherever she ran off to.
I don’t care if she’s across the state or halfway to another damn con
