Amber.
What happened?
Why did Zeden suddenly change his mind?
What was he thinking?
He’d never even let me think about leaving the Vercetti mansion before. The idea alone used to make him act like someone was trying to rip a prized possession out of his hands—something rare, something he’d kill to keep. He’d lock down every door, every window, every thought that even drifted toward escape. I wasn’t free. I was his prisoner. His eyes were the chains. Always watching, always holding, always reminding me the only place I belonged was inside his world.
And yet tonight… he’d told me to go.
Just like that.
Get the f**k out. Go see your f*****g mom.
No threat. No condition. No twisted promise that I’d crawl back bleeding if I tried to run. Just… go.
It didn’t make sense.
None of it did.
