The one’s still standing

Emilio’s POV

I had not slept.

I was sitting in the chair by the wall, boots still on, weapon resting against my leg, eyes fixed on the closed door across the hall. Sienna’s door. I had been watching it for hours, listening to every small sound inside the Stronghold, every footstep outside, every breath of silence in between.

Then I heard it.

A soft movement. Fabric shifting. A sound so small it co