Chapter 220

The Vargo mansion was drowning in silence.

Siena lay curled on the cold marble floor of her bathroom, the white silk nightgown she had worn for three nights straight now stained dark crimson between her thighs. Blood—her blood, their blood—pooled on the white sheets she had dragged in with her, soaking through the fabric until the petals of the white roses embroidered on the edges looked like they