Red Box

Sienna’s POV

After Fiammetta left, the room felt quieter. Not the good kind of quiet. The kind that wraps around your chest and makes it hard to breathe. I stayed on the couch, staring at nothing. Her words still played in my head on repeat—soft, but sharp. Like she was warning me of something I couldn’t yet see.

The door opened a few minutes later, and I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.