Sierra pov.
I woke up to find myself back where it all began. My hands were bound with chains, and despite the disorientation, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.
"You are a fool," I couldn't help but exclaim, rolling my eyes as the dizziness subsided.
Part of me wanted to play games and provoke him just to see his anger flare, but what was the point? He knew I didn't love him, yet he went to such lengths to capture me.
I closed my eyes for a moment, and a few tears escaped my control. Everything had happened so quickly, and it was overwhelming. I longed to wipe away my tears, but the chains prevented me from even lifting my hands.
It was hard to believe that Henry had suffered so much because of me, and now he was no more—all because of my actions.
Footsteps approached, and I recognized his gait. I chose to pretend I didn't hear him, closing my eyes again.
