A Crown of Ashes
She choked on a sob, head bowing, and Sienna’s chest burned—anger, hurt, a betrayal too deep to name—because Dorian had lied, had paid Lila off, had left Sienna with nothing.
“You were an addict,” Sienna said, voice cold, cutting, slicing through the damp air. “He didn’t want me tied to you—some junkie who couldn’t keep it together—so he made you disappear, and you let him.” Her eyes stung, tears she refused to shed, and she stepped back—away from Roman, from Lila—her skin itching with too much emotion, too much pain.
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