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Chapter 11: Tangled in the dark

The shack’s walls creaked under the weight of that whisper—“She’s mine”—low and sharp, slicing through the haze Sienna had fallen into. Her breath caught, stuck in her throat, and Roman froze beside her, his hand still warm where it’d brushed her thigh, his gun now a dark shape in his grip. The air was thick, heavy with mildew and the echo of those words, but all she could feel was him—his heat, his nearness—lingering like a burn she couldn’t shake. She should’ve jumped up, demanded answers, but her body wouldn’t move, pinned by the pull of him, by the way his eyes had darkened when he’d said he wanted to know her.“Who’s out there?” she whispered, voice rough, barely audible over the drip-drip of rain leaking through the roof. Her fingers tightened on the vial, its cold glass grounding her, but her eyes stayed on Roman—his jaw tight, his chest rising slow, like he was holding himself back from something.“Dunno,” he muttered, low, his voice a gravelly thread that tugged at her. He ea
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Chapter 12: Cracks in the calm

Roman's PovThe woman’s voice—soft, trembling, “Sienna… it’s me”—cut through the shack’s damp air like a blade, sharp enough to pull me back from the edge I’d been teetering on. My lips still burned where Sienna’s had been, her taste—rain, salt, her—lingering, hot and heavy, and my hand stayed on her hip, fingers dug into the denim, holding her against me like letting go would unravel me completely. She was pressed close, chest to chest, her breath ragged on my neck, and damn if it didn’t wreck me—how she’d kissed me back, hungry and raw, cracking me open in ways I hadn’t let happen in years.“Who’s that?” I muttered, voice low, rougher than I meant, my eyes flicking to the door—warped, splintered, barely a barrier—but I couldn’t look away from her long. Her hair was tangled from my hands, her lips swollen, parted, and those green eyes hit me hard—wild, wanting, pulling me in when I needed to focus. My gun was in my other hand, cold and steady, but my pulse hammered, heat still coilin
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Chapter 13: Surprise Suprise

The shack’s door groaned open, a damp wind slicing through the stale air, prickling Sienna’s skin—still hot, too hot, from Roman’s kiss. His lips had been rough, desperate, searing into hers, and his hand lingered on her waist, fingers digging in like he could anchor her there. Her chest tightened, breath catching, and she shoved him—hard—her palms slamming against his chest, breaking free. “Get off me,” she snapped, voice jagged, stepping back, boots scraping the gritty floor. Her tank top clung to her ribs, her arms crossing tight over her chest to hide the heat crawling up her neck, the regret sinking in her gut.Roman’s gaze locked onto hers—dark, sharp, a flash of confusion, maybe hurt—and it twisted something in her, sharp and low. She wanted to grab him, pull him back, feel that fire again, but she wouldn’t—couldn’t. Not with everything unraveling. “Sienna,” he said, voice low, gravelly, reaching for her, but she shook her head—quick, fierce—silencing him.“Don’t,” she bit ou
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chapter 15: Rain and ruin

Rain pattered soft on Sienna’s hood, a steady drip that matched the thud of her boots on the muddy path. Lila led the way—small, hunched, her coat too big, her steps shaky like she’d collapse any second—and Sienna followed, her jaw tight, the vial a cold lump in her pocket. Roman trailed a few paces back, silent, his presence a weight she couldn’t shake—his heat, his kiss, still burning on her lips, a mistake she couldn’t unmake. Her chest ached, raw and tangled, and she hated it—hated him for making her feel it, hated herself for letting him in even that much.“Keep up,” she muttered, voice low, sharp, not looking at Lila—couldn’t, not yet—because every glance at those hollow cheeks, those trembling hands, dragged up too much: needles on the trailer floor, Lila’s slurred promises, the day she’d vanished, leaving Sienna with Dorian’s cold lies. Her mom—the junkie Dorian had paid to disappear—and now here, alive, leading her through the dark like it meant something.“I’m trying,” Lila
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