Sienna’s POV
I wanted to pounce on Kael. There was no dignified way to say it. The man had kissed me like he wanted to ruin every sensible thought in my head, then pulled away and started talking about waiting, feelings, forgiveness, and all those noble things men suddenly remembered when a woman’s body was already on fire.
I stood there, breathing hard, trying to gather what was left of myself. Nyla was not helping.
‘This is cruelty,’ she complained in my head. ‘Actual cruelty. Someone should report him.’
“To who?” I muttered silently.
‘To me. I am the victim here.’
“You are not the only one suffering.”
‘Exactly. This is a shared tragedy.’
I took several deep breaths and nodded because that was all I could do. Kael wanted something deeper. Something real. Something that was not bo
