**Chloe's POV**

Sienna's sobbing grates against my nerves like claws on stone. She sits on my silk settee—uninvited—mascara streaking down her ruined face while her two useless followers huddle beside her like frightened mice. Diane keeps touching Sienna's scarred cheek with trembling fingers, as if that'll help. Janine just stares at the floor, wringing her hands.

Pathetic.

"He destroyed my face with a leaf," Sienna wails for the third time. "Just a leaf! And Gaia ...