Secrets had always been woven into Sierra’s life.
At first, they were small things a diary hidden under her pillow, sketches she never showed her mother, the fleeting crushes she carried in silence. Then came bigger ones the attraction she never admitted, the touches she allowed Damien in the shadows, the fire that burned hotter each time he called her his.
But now, her secrets weren’t just hers. They were weapons. They were chains. And Vanessa had found the leash.
The day began deceptively calm.
Vanessa suggested a shopping trip, casual and coaxing. Sierra almost refused, instinct warning her, but Vanessa’s hand on her shoulder was deceptively light, her smile edged with steel.
“Come with me, darling. It’s been too long since we’ve just had time together.”
So Sierra went.
The city
