**Chapter 64**

SIENNA'S POV

I lasted twenty minutes before I stepped outside.

The backyard was darker than the house. String lights glowed low between the trees, casting soft gold across the stone paths and trimmed hedges. Music still reached out here, muffled by distance and leaves. A few people stood near the far end of the garden with cigarettes, their voices low and occasional laughter drifting on the night air, but the side path stayed empty. I told myself I just needed air. That the ballroom had become too warm, too loud, too full of eyes. That I wasn’t looking for him.

I was lying.

My skin still felt too...