I thanked every dark god listening that no one touched Sienna—because if they had, no one would have stopped me.
And now she’s sitting in the car like she’s the one with the right to be angry.
She’ll be the death of me.
The moment we arrive at the house, Sienna springs out of the car without a backward glance. I don’t stop her. I stay seated, gripping my jaw, watching her disappear into the villa like she hasn’t just turned my world upside down.
Too many things are happening at once. Too many instincts pulling at me in opposite directions.
Just before I saw her on the dance floor—before the music, before the guards—I had seen her outside the bar through the glass.
I hadn’t noticed her leaving.
But I caught her coming back in.
Her posture was wrong. Too rigid. Too stoic. Not the walk of a woman stepping out for air. The walk of someone who’d done something she didn’t want seen. Her silhouette had cut through the garden with purpose, shoulders tight, head high.
She lied to me.
She’s hiding something.
“Are you good?”
I open my eyes. Marko is still in the driver’s seat, watching me carefully through the rearview mirror.
I exhale. “I’m good.”
“No, you’re not,” he says flatly. “Do you want me to keep a tail on her? It’ll save you the stress of wondering.”
He’s asked before. Every time, I shut it down.
It would be smart. Efficient. Necessary.
And I can’t do it.
Sienna is fiercely independent. If she ever finds out I had Marko watching her, it would be war. I’ve already hurt her once—deep enough that it still bleeds between us. I won’t make it worse.
Besides…she hasn’t tried to leave the estate.
“No,” I say. “Let it be.”
Marko frowns. “She’s up to something. I don’t trust her.”
I snap before I can stop myself. “Oh, now you don’t trust her? But you were flirting with her earlier.”
He lets out a short laugh. “I will never flirt with your wife.”
“I’ll kill you if you do.”
That wipes the smile off his face.
I push the door open and step into the night, the air cold against my skin, my mind anything but calm.
Sienna Roth is my wife.
And she’s keeping secrets.
That’s a dangerous combination—for both of us.
