Sienna struggled to pull away.
He wasn't using much strength, but it was just enough leverage to keep her trapped.
Unable to break free, her squirming eventually ceased when she noticed his chest heaving violently, as though he had exhausted every last ounce of energy.
She stopped fighting.
Jorrod was panting, looking as if he were in physical pain. He rested his forehead heavily on her shoulder, his ragged, scalding breaths burning through the thin fabric of her shirt and searing her collarbone.
"Sienna," his signature raspy voice dropped into a desperate, soul-baring plea, "don't leave. Please?"
He had said these exact words before.
The difference was, back then, he was begging her to come back to him.
Now, he was merely begging her not to leave Aurelia.
The air in the narrow hallway thickened, charged with the sheer, obsessive intensity of a man refusing to let her go.
Sienna looked at him. "But I don't love you anymore."
The moment the words left her mouth, she felt his large frame go completely rigid, his breath snagging in his throat.
It was a truth Jorrod had already accepted.
Yet hearing her say it out loud was entirely different.
He could numb his mind, but he couldn't trick his ears into believing it was just a hallucination.
Jorrod slowly lifted his head.
Sienna didn't back down, tipping her chin up to meet his intensely burning gaze.
"Jorrod, I don't love you anymore."
Her voice was unnervingly calm, packed with an absolute, brutal finality as she repeated the words, using his full name.


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