Chapter 227

Siena woke to the steady rhythm of a heartbeat that wasn’t her own.

It thumped slow and strong beneath her cheek, warm skin and the faint scent of blood and gunpowder and him. Declan. She was curled against his chest on a narrow bed in a room she didn’t recognize—stone walls, shuttered windows, the faint hum of a generator somewhere outside. His good arm was wrapped around her waist like a steel b