-Roxy Delgado:
I watch her closely, my eyes tracing every subtle tremor in Sloane's hands, the lifeless slump of her shoulders, the way she sits as if her entire body is weighed down by fear, defeat, and resignation. She's terrified, yes, but she's alive.
That's what matters. For now. Every delicate line of tension in her limbs, every shallow breath, every blink that flickers like a candle flame—all of it tells me exactly how fragile she is in this moment, how desperately she needs to survive. And I intend to make sure she does.
I tighten my fingers around the gun at my thigh, the cold steel pressing against my skin like a promise. Not a threat, not a punishment—not yet. A promise that I am in control, that I am the one keeping her here, keeping her alive, keeping her safe in the twisted way only I can.
