Crimson Collapse

Sienna's POV

By seven o'clock in the morning, pale light washed over the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Presidential Suite. I stood beside the massive bed, folding the few items of clothing I had brought to Chicago. Today was the day I was meant to leave this city forever. Donovan had arranged the itinerary, booking a private jet scheduled to depart for Seattle at two o'clock this afternoon. In