Hostile Territory

~SIENNA POV~

The sun in Marbella is different from Italy. It doesn't warm you; it exposes you.

I step out of the black SUV, my hand instinctively coming up to shield my eyes from the glare. The air here smells of salt and dry earth. It smells like the ocean. It smells like home.

But it isn't home.

I look up at the estate threatening in front of us. It isn't a house; it is a fortress of white stone