Fight club

Sienna’s POV

I wake up feeling well-rested, the kind of sleep that settles deep in my bones and lingers in the soft haze of morning. The sheets are cool against my skin, the air in the room still holding the faintest chill. For a moment, I just breathe, staring up at the ceiling, letting myself enjoy the peace.

But it doesn’t last long.

Memories of last night creep in—the card game, the thick tens