They had reached the palace, and Sierra was placed in a secure room with no windows. Her bindings had been removed before she was locked away. She loathed being back in this life, being called Sierra, and having bad memories flood her mind. Her father had died because of her, and now the only man she had ever loved was dead too, because of her. Her thoughts wandered to the little gas station and the memory of watching Paul being abused. The four gun shots ripped through her even now. At least he was unconscious when they killed him. Had anyone collected his body yet? Was he still lying in the parking lot? Did his parents even know, and how would they take it? Had they been killed as well? Fleeing Rendier had helped her discover the life she wanted to lead. Paul helped her find herself. She would miss him terribly. She already did. Paul would have wanted her to try to bring about change within the palace walls, and she decided she would do just that. More tears trickled down her cheeks.
