Chapter 159

SIENNA

The ride back to the penthouse was a blur—one long, suffocating silence broken only by the rasp of Gideon’s breath, sharp, like he was holding himself together just for me.

I pressed against him in the back seat, his arm locked around my shoulders like iron. Brooks drove, jaw clenched, eyes hard on the road, but the air between him and Gideon was brittle, razor-thin.

I barely noticed. My