Chapter 39

SIENNA

“Eavesdropping is rude, Sienna.”

His voice wrapped around my name like silk over steel—soft, controlled, but sharp enough to draw blood. He stepped over the shattered vase like it was nothing more than confetti, not fine porcelain probably worth more than my entire rent for the year.

I blinked up at him from where I’d landed, palm still stinging from the fall.

“I wasn’t eavesdroppin