Chapter 180

SIENNA

The car ride back to the penthouse was a silence that pressed down on my skin like rain before a thunderstorm.

No music, no words. Just the hum of the engine and the faint rhythm of the city outside—New York never sleeping, even when we wanted to. Streetlights slid over Gideon’s face in pale flashes, cutting his jaw into sharper lines, hardening eyes that already looked carved from shad