Chapter 33

Isla

Sienna's words hang in the air like a blade still mid-swing. She isn't even angry in a loud way.

It's worse. She sounds broken.

My throat tightens until it hurts. "Sienna… I—I didn't mean for—"

"For it to happen?" She laughs, a sharp, humorless sound that shakes her shoulders. "Isla, ...

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