Game of Tension

Sienna’s POV

The night air was crisp against my skin as I curled up on the porch swing, knees pulled to my chest. The stables stretched before me, bathed in silver moonlight, quiet except for the occasional rustle of the trees and the distant sounds of the horses in their stalls.

I should have felt relief.

Camilla was gone.

The boys had made sure of that.

It had been brutal, effortless. Lorenzo, D