CHAPTER 17

SIENNA'S POV

I woke up alone.

Sunlight cut across the ruined mattress in thin, pale stripes. My body felt wrecked. Thighs sticky. Cunt sore and swollen. Every time I shifted, I felt the slow leak of what they had left inside me. I didn’t bother covering myself. There was no one left to perform modesty for.

The apartment was silent.

Their boots were gone. Their shirts were gone. The only proof they had ever been here was the mess between my legs and the dull, deep ache that pulsed every time I clenched around nothing.

On the small table sat a paper bag, a cold coffee, and a...