Unwanted Presence

Sienna’s POV

The drive back to Marchesi Manor is heavy with silence.

Lorenzo keeps his eyes on the road, one hand gripping the wheel, the other resting lazily on the gear shift, but there’s tension in the way his fingers tighten every time he glances at me through the rearview mirror.

Donato is next to me in the backseat, his long legs spread comfortably, his arm stretched along the top of the sea