Playing the Puppet

SIENNA'S POV

Gael Mercer turned back to face me, his hand reaching out. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to flee from this bizarre situation. But I remained rooted to the spot, knowing I had to sell the illusion that whatever he had attempted had worked. His fingers tapped my shoulders, the touch sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

He turned to address the crowd, his voice c