POV: Lucian Voss

The sky had turned into a soft, pale blue by the time we pulled into the underground garage beneath the penthouse. The sun was low, casting a sleepy glow that spread through the concrete like it was trying to warm up the cold walls. Siena sat beside me in silence, still holding my hand, her fingers curled tightly around mine. Her other hand rested lightly on her lap, unmoving, as if she didn’t want to break the calm that had finally settled between us.

She hadn’t let go since we left the boutique. Neither had I.

Every now and then, I glanced at her while driving. Not...