POV: Siena Blake

I had just finished tidying up Roman’s room, folding the last of his tiny shirts and placing his toys back into the box near the bed, when I heard a knock at the door.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. I assumed it was my mother. She had a habit of knocking softly before coming in, especially when she knew I might be busy. She never rang the bell. It was just one of her little habits. Gentle, familiar, safe.

But something felt off this time.

The knock didn’t match her rhythm and it was too soon for Roman to be back too. Lucian had...