Chapter 143

SIENNA

The smell of rosemary bread and freshly brewed coffee pulled me from sleep before sunlight did. For a moment—in that blur between dream and waking—I thought I was back at Silvio's cabin. Then the weight of an arm draped across my waist, heavy and certain, reminded me: I wasn’t there. I was in Gideon’s bed.

His bed.

The memory of last night washed over me in pieces. My confession. His silenc