POV: Siena Blake

It had been exactly forty-eight hours since Lucian brought Roman home.

Two full days.

And still, I couldn’t quite explain the feeling that had taken over me since then.

It wasn’t peace. It wasn’t even anger.

It was a strange kind of stillness. A deep, heavy quiet that wrapped around my chest and stayed there like fog that refused to lift. The kind of stillness that comes before something breaks. Like standing at the edge of a cliff and waiting for the wind to push you forward. Or standing at the shore, just before the wave hits.

Lucian had left after hugging Roman goodbye. I remembered the...