Between Fire and Ruin

Sienna’s POV

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Lorenzo doesn’t move.

He stands in front of the door like a wall, arms crossed, face cold. I try to step past him, but he shifts—just enough to block me again.

“We’re not done,” he says, voice low and firm.

My jaw tightens. “Move.”

Donato’s suddenly in front of me too. Close. Too close. I can feel his heat, smell his cologne—dark, dangerous, familiar. It wraps around me like smok