Chapter 13: The Cracks in the Ice

Sia’s P.O.V

The warmth from the shower still clung to my skin, but as I sat at my vanity, the cold air of the penthouse slowly settled around me again. I picked up my silver-backed comb and ran it through my damp hair, hoping the simple movement would calm my thoughts.

It didn't.

I stared at my r...

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