Danny's POV
The smell of Miguel’s expensive bourbon and that metallic, city air scent was still stuck in my throat. I sat on the edge of my dorm bed, staring at the wall until my vision blurred into gray static. I felt like a piece of meat that had been fought over by three different dogs, and now I was just... shredded. Left in the dirt.
I wasn’t a person anymore. I was a pawn. A doll. A siren.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the cold glass of that hotel window against my chest. I felt Miguel’s heavy weight, his rough hands, and that terrifying Daddy command that made me want to scrub my own skin off with steel wool. And if I wasn't thinking about him, I was thinking about Chadwick, my stepfather, who looked at me like I was a holy relic he wanted to defile in secret.
My phone bu
