"What did you do?"

Sienna's voice was barely a whisper. She was staring at Julian like she'd never seen him before. Like he'd transformed into a stranger right in front of her eyes.

Julian's hand shook on the gun. "Sienna, I can explain..."

"What. Did. You. Do?" Each word was sharp. Precise. Cutting.

"I made a deal." Julian's voice cracked. "Six months ago. Lorenzo came to me. He knew about my debts. Knew I was drowning. He offered me a way out."

"A way out," Dante repeated. His gun never wavered from Lorenzo's head. "You mean a way to betray everyone who ever gave a damn about you."

"You don't...