Chapter 64

SIENNA

The silence that followed her entrance wasn’t awkward.

It was loaded.

Valeria stood at the threshold like she knew she was the disruption. Like she’d rehearsed this moment—how she’d walk in, how we’d all freeze, how her name would echo in our heads like a warning bell.

And it did.

Even Mirra, mid-story about a sandstorm, stopped mid-sentence—her wide eyes fixed on the stranger who now comma