Winter's POV
The fragile alliance Damon and I had forged was put under immediate strain. Sienna wasn’t backing down. If anything, she seemed emboldened by Damon’s defiance, like she thrived on his resistance.
Her threats grew more erratic with each passing day, shifting from vague implications to concrete promises of destruction. It was like waiting for a storm to hit, knowing the damage would be catastrophic, but not knowing when it would arrive.
That morning, I was in the living room, my laptop balanced on my knees, my fingers trembling over the keyboard. The glow of the screen illuminated search results for legal options—restraining orders, defamation lawsuits, harassment cases. Anything to stop Sienna from dismantling our lives piece by piece.
I hadn’t slept much the night before,
