A Line Crossed

Donato’s POV

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I shouldn’t be here.

I tell myself that for the hundredth time as I lean against the doorway, watching her.

Sienna.

Even in sleep, she’s restless. Her fingers curl into the sheets, her brow furrowed like she’s fighting something—someone. Maybe it’s her past. Maybe it’s us.

Maybe it’s me.

A part of me hopes she never truly understands what she’s gotten herself into. The other part—