**Chapter 62**

SIENNA'S POV

I didn’t sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes I felt Nico’s fingers again. His mouth. The way he’d gone completely still the second my mother mentioned me finding someone. Jealous. Possessive. Exact. The memory of him walking out while I was still shaking stayed under my skin like a second bruise.

The house was too quiet. Too big. I lasted until a little past one before the restlessness won. I pulled on soft shorts and an oversized shirt, cracked my door, and stepped into the dark hallway.

That was when I heard it.

The low, solid crack of pool balls colliding. The quiet clink of...