Sienna’s POV

He changed immediately I refused him. The calm softness drains away like water pulled from a wound. Whatever mask he wore for me falls, and what’s left underneath is cold and sharp and terrifyingly clear.

This is who he really is. What the hell was I thinking?

That I would just plead and all these will end?

“Enough!,” he says, his voice dripping with anger.

The word slams into my heart causing a very sharp pain right there. The battlefield quiets again, like the world is ...