POV: Lucian Voss

She walked away from me like none of it mattered.

Not the floor she moved across, not the dozens of eyes silently tracking her every step, and definitely not the words I had just spoken aloud in that meeting—words no one else in this entire company would have dared to say in front of a crowd, let alone direct at someone like her.

But Siena Blake didn’t flinch. She didn’t slow. She didn’t acknowledge the impact. She walked with the kind of quiet confidence that made it seem like she had already lived through storms far worse than this, like she had already survived fire and betrayal...