Serena's POV

I'm still curled up on the tiny couch in the living room.

My eyes sting from tears, but I’m too drained to wipe them away.

The coffee stain on the counter taunts me, leaving a mark of my failure to protect Mia, to be the sister she deserves.

Victor’s words gnawed at my mind. “Men would pay good money for a girl like her.”

My stomach twists, and I press my hand to my mouth, stifling a scream. I can’t let him touch her. I won’t. But the weight of the vow is ...