**CONTENT WARNING: SCENES AHEAD MIGHT BE DISTURBING TO SOME AUDIENCE. READER DISCRETION ADIVCED!**
(Sanya's POV)
The garden swallows us whole.
Darkness presses in from all sides, broken only by distant mansion lights that seem miles away instead of a hundred yards. Dead leaves crunch under my feet as Tyron pulls me deeper into the shadows, away from the house, away from anyone who might hear.
My heart hammers against the corset still crushing my ribs.
"Tyron, please—"
"Tell me about Aaron Knight." His voice is soft. Controlled. Terrifying in its calmness.
"There's nothing to tell. We were friends in college—"
He spins me around so fast the world blurs. His face is inches from mine, ice-blue eyes burning with something cold and deadly.
"Friends," he repeats. "You told this woman yo
