After days of enduring the silent tension outside the estate walls, Sienna-Rose's patience had thinned. Her wives—each powerful and composed in their own right—had begun to show signs of unease.
They weren't frightened of Ulysses himself, but of what he might do in desperation. His mere presence near the town's borders radiated menace, and the townsfolk had already begun to whisper, to lock their doors early, and to flinch at shadows.
It was Olivia who broke first. "Please," she had said, her voice taut with worry. "Just deal with him. For the sake of everyone."
Claire had nodded in agreement, her gaze staring at the position of the gate where Ulysses lingered. "He won't leave on his own. He's waiting… for you."
