Chapter 211

The helicopter’s rotors sliced the night like a guillotine.

Siena felt the vibration in her bones before she heard it. She was still on the upper deck with Declan, his arm locked around her waist, the taste of their almost-confession lingering on her lips like salt and sin. The fairy lights swayed harder as the wind picked up, and every couple on the terrace glanced skyward, murmuring in confusion