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Not anymore.
Prison had changed me. I’d trained obsessively. Hard and every day.
When I couldn’t sleep, I trained. When I was angry, I trained. When memories threatened to drag me under, I trained until my muscles screamed and my lungs burned.
I came out heavier, harder, stronger.
There wasn’t an inch of softness left on me. I was feared more than ever before.
Kyran’s gaze dropped to the coffee in my hand before returning to my face. “And apparently you’re not drinking anymore.”
“No.”
“Have you sworn off alcohol?”
I didn’t answer, because telling him the truth was out of the question. The scent of apples and every alcoholic drink, especially whiskey, reminded me of Sienna. Every burn down my throat dragged her back into my head, and fuck, she was there so much already.
Besides, it wasn’t like I could drink in prison.
Kyran leaned back. “So you’re not interested in sharing a woman?”
“I’m not.”
His brows lifted.
“You found someone to fuck already?”
“Yes.”
A slow grin spread across his face.
“Good. Good. It didn’t take you long. I’m glad you got that out of the way.”
I didn’t bother correcting him, because soon Sienna would be underneath me just like she wanted five years ago.
Soon, she’d be looking up at me with those same soft eyes and she would learn exactly what five years of betrayal had done to me.
Five years ago, she asked for this and I refused her. This time, refusal was out of the question.
She would finally learn what it meant to be mine.
FOUR
SIENNA
New place. New people. New me. New beginnings.
I’d been saying this to myself for the past five years. The bottom line was that I’d been lying to myself, and deep down, I knew that.
However, on the surface, I pretended everything was okay.
Fake it until you make it.
Fuck, how long would I have to fake it for? Maybe until I died? Or until someone found me and ended this miserable existence?
Whatever end it would be, I just wished fate would hurry up, because I didn’t know how much longer I could do this.
The rattle of a door in the darkness.
