Lena still couldn’t believe she had given in. She could still feel their touch on her skin, hear their voices echoing in her head, and remember the heat of their hands and the soft kisses they had shared.

She hated herself a little for giving in so easily, for letting them take that part of her without a fight. But at the same time, she kept reminding herself—well, this was just part of the revenge. No string attached. That thought was the only thing keeping her steady.

If they thought they could use her, then she would make sure to use them first.

She buttoned up the new uniform given...