The Scandalous Step Siblings: First Enemies, Then Lovers
Detty Scentmy disappointment is immeasurablehe discarded me like i was nothingi am perfectly imperfectyour words cut deeper than any blade
Anya’s POV
The safe house wasn’t a house at all.
It was an old ranger’s cabin tucked deep into a quiet fold of the San Juan Mountains, miles from the nearest paved road and even farther from anything that resembled the world we’d just escaped. The drive up had been long and winding, the SUV bouncing over dirt tracks that felt like they hadn’t been used in years. When we finally arrived, the air hit me like a clean slap—cold pine, damp earth, and the faint, sharp scent of snow still clinging to the higher peaks. No bleach. No smoke from burning offices. No artificial perfume or hospital disinfectant. Just real air, the kind that made your lungs feel awake again.