Calculated Surrender

Sienna's POV

The blade was cold against my throat.

Enrico’s grip was firm but not cruel—just enough pressure to remind me who held the power in this moment. His breath was warm at my ear, his voice a quiet threat laced with mockery.

"Choose," he murmured, tightening his hold on me.

He spoke like we had all the time in the world. Like he wasn’t holding my life in his hands, like he wasn't planning