Marked for War

Sienna POV

I woke to the feeling of his claim.

My body ached with the memory of him—bruises blooming along my hips, my throat, the faint marks of Alessio’s teeth lingering on my skin. Possession written across me like a brand.

For a moment, I let myself sink into it. The remnants of last night curled around me like silk, his heat still ghosting over my body. But even as my skin sang with the echoe