Chapter 19. Trapped by the Devil

Sienna

He’d shifted us—again. I’d lost count. And finally, after what felt like half the night passing in a blink, Alexander came. That memory… I couldn’t shake it, even as I stood by the window, letting the fresh air brush against me. Nothing could erase how his face contorted, how he let out that soft, ragged breath, how he heaved, pupils dilated, growling, “Fuck, Sienna.”

And with him coming apart, I’d come apart too.

It was… unnerving. He felt too good to be real. Things that beautiful didn’t last. I wasn’t lucky like Mom and Dad, who had found love, fought for it, and stayed. My biggest fear had always been… never experiencing something that magical. That probably explained why I’d settled for Ryatt—desperate, thinking I’d never find anything better.

And now, this—Alex—was magical. But it was terrifying. Fleeting.

There was no way I could ever fall in love with him. Impossible. And yet, every moment with him felt so intense, so pure.