Chapter 50

SIENNA

“Sienna,” Gideon said calmly. Too calmly.

But he didn’t reach for me.

No—his hand shot out, iron-fast, latching around Tristan’s wrist, right where it had touched my arm. The grip was brutal—veins straining, knuckles whitening.

“You’ve always had an affinity for things that aren’t yours, haven’t you?”

Velvet over steel. A tone that promised pain beneath the polish.

Tristan’s grin didn’t eve