SIENNA’S POV

The first thing I felt was the sting in my arm.

Something cold slid through my veins — slow, steady, mechanical.

My eyelids fluttered open to blinding white light. A soft hum filled the air, and for a split second, I thought I’d died and woken up somewhere… sterile. Then the blur sharpened, and I saw movement.

Maids. Actual maids — in pressed uniforms, moving quietly around the room like ghosts that had manners.

I tried to speak, but my throat was dry, my lips ...