Their Arrangement

She walks into our temple like she doesn't know she's already been claimed.

Talks like she's still allowed to have a choice.

But I see through all of it.

The arrangement was simple: Her body for our silence. Her obedience for our protection. But nothing about the way she kneels feels simple anymore.

The borrowed clothes. The desperate eyes. The scent she wears like a ghost she never stopped loving.

Camille's scent.

My sister's shadow.

Cloe was the girl who left-

And came back with secrets in her po...