**Trigger warning- This chapter contains elements of suicide and may be upsetting for some readers.**
“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
― Oscar Wilde
Sienna POV (playlist- Immortal by Evanescence)
The early sunlight streamed through the crack in the cream curtains as I tossed over onto my side for the millionth time in the small single bed. I huffed quietly, slamming my arms over the duvet and glanced over at Neve who was hanging off the edge of her bed, arm draped down to floor and sleeping soundly.
My eyes stung from the lack of sleep my frantic brain refused to give me last night. This was such a mess. Should I tell Stanley that the elite who killed Kelps believes I am his fated mate? That he has some kind of claim over me? Would Stanley pull
