Protective Instincts

I was bracing myself for a sharp, fiery retort to tear from Sienna’s lips. I expected her to rip into me for the cruel insult I had just hurled at her, to scream and defend herself against my accusation. Instead, her knuckles turned a stark, bone white as her fingers dug into the edge of the laminate table. The furious, indignant flush drained rapidly from her cheeks. A sickly green hue washed ove