Chapter 43

SIENNA

The next morning, we boarded the plane.

Gideon was still mad at me. He was silent and unreadable. All the progress we made in Rome gone.

Fair enough.

It was my first real takeoff. Conscious this time, at least.

And even though he was hell-bent on icing me out, he still let me hold his hand as the plane roared to life.

His fingers didn’t move. Didn’t squeeze. Just stayed there S