Chapter 31

SIENNA

The second we stepped out, two burly men flanked us; bodyguards, obviously. The flashes hit like lightning—chaotic, blinding. Reporters screamed Gideon’s name like he was royalty.

He didn’t break stride. His hand found my waist, firm and grounding. His cologne wrapped around me like armor, and just like that, the nerves simmered. Not gone, just hidden beneath his touch.

“Who’s the lady?”