Page 32 of The Sin Binder's Chains

She waves a hand. “Yeah, that’s the fucking issue here.”

Her voice drops lower, more serious. “But that’s not even the worst part.”

I arch a brow. “Do tell.”

Layla exhales sharply, gripping a couch pillow like it personally offended her. “How the hell do I look my parents in the face and say, Hey, Mom, Dad, Luna’s in a supernatural polyamorous arrangement with the literal incarnations of sin, and by the way, she’s supposed to command them all like some kind of ethereal dominatrix?”

I consider this.

“You should omit the dominatrix part.”

Layla lets out a long, murderous groan.

I exhale, leaning forward slightly, my voice gentler now. “Layla.”

She doesn’t answer. Just glares at the ceiling like she’s trying to manifest a time machine to undo this entire conversation.

I continue anyway. “You’re thinking about this in the wrong way. You’re focusing on what humans would think. What your parents would say. But your sister is not just human anymore.”

Layla’s breath hitches.

I hold her gaze, slow, patient, deliberate. “She is not theirs. She is not yours. She is herself, and that self is something far greater than what this world told her she should be.”

Layla swallows hard, her fingers flexing against the pillow.

I let the words sink in. Let them settle into the spaces of her mind that she hasn’t fully acknowledged yet.

“The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be.”

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