Caught in The Crossfire

Sienna’s POV

The door clicks shut behind me with a soft thud.

I stop.

The air in the bathroom is thick. Heavier than it should be. The music from outside is still playing, but it’s muffled, like it’s miles away.

And they’re here.

All three of them.

Donato leans against the wall by the mirror, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes locked on mine. Emilio is near the sink, quiet and still like a shadow. A