On the transport vessel, adrift in international waters, the men gathered on deck, lighting a bonfire and singing ‘Happy Birthday‘ for
Sienna. She wore a grand gown, dancing gracefully with Miles amidst their cheerful song.
Watching the man who, in my previous life, had dismembered and abandoned me for his darling, a venomous wildfire spread thro-
ugh my heart! The raiders were on the verge of breaching the shelter tunnels, and he was still here, dancing a drunken, oblivious jig with his perfect woman!
Noticing my arrival, the dancing stopped. Sienna gracefully stepped towards me, her voice dripping with false concern. “Oh, Olivia, darling, it’s all my fault. If it weren’t my birthday today, you wouldn’t have had to go around spreading those awful rumors about raiders.”
As she spoke, Sienna leaned intimately against Miles‘ chest. When her eyes met mine, a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk tugg- ed at the corner of her lips.
Miles stroked her head, his touch adoring, then swept his gaze over me with open disgust. “My precious, what fault could you poss- ibly have? You’re just innocent and pure.” He then turned his full fury on me. “It’s her kind who are too prone to jealousy, willing to jeopardize everyone’s lives just to compete for my affection!”
My heart ached with worry for the islanders‘ safety; I had no patience for their cold, mocking words.
I took a deep breath, forcing my emotions down. With a somber expression, I told him the iron door at Havenport wouldn’t hold much longer. If the shelter tunnels were breached, all the men’s wives and children would be captured and subjected to unimagin able horrors by the raiders!
But my desperate warning was met with a powerful, deafening slap. “Olivia,” he spat, his voice laced with pure loathing, “I’m telling
you the more you do this the more I detest your
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