Chapter 67

SIENNA

Dinner was a performance.

Crystal glasses. Polished silver. Courses so delicate they looked painted on the plates.

And yet, the moment I stepped into the room, I felt it—that shift.

Gideon was already seated at the head of the table, one arm draped lazily over the back of his chair like a king surveying his kingdom. But when his eyes found mine, that lazy calm cracked. Just for a second. Ju