Chapter 38 Unsaid Things

• Adrian had always watched Sienna with a predator’s precision—her movements, her tone, the way her lips curved in defiance or submission. But this time was different.
• She stood across the room, laughing—genuinely—with a visiting client, her eyes shining in a way he’d never seen before. There was no performance in her posture, no guardedness. Just Sienna. Real, radiant, untouched by his shadow.
• And for a second, it hurt.