Chapter One Hundred-One

"Our future?" Sienna raised an eyebrow, her pulse quickening despite her exhaustion.

Camden rose from the sofa, moving to the small bar tucked in the corner of his office. "Water? Or something stronger?"

"Definitely stronger." She watched him pour two fingers of amber liquid into crystal tumblers.

He handed her a glass, fingertips brushing hers. "To surviving the storm."

"So far," she amended,