Chapter 90

SIENNA

London was loud in a different way.

Not the car horns and rushed chaos of New York, the kind that wrapped around your throat and made it hard to breathe. No, this city hummed with old power. Stone walls and stories buried beneath centuries of cobblestones. It whispered instead of screamed.

And somehow… that made it harder to drown things out.

I stood barefoot on the balcony of the villa