Chapter 157

SIENNA

The city felt colder than it should have for morning. Maybe it wasn’t the air but the guilt riding shotgun in my chest. By the time Brooks pulled up outside the house, I was wound tight, already bracing for the battle that wasn’t with Helen but with Gideon, if he ever found out.

The guards were the first wall.

They stood at the door, dressed sharp in black suits, earpieces gleaming under