Preparing the Bait

~SIENNA POV~

The door to the bedroom closes with a deep, expensive click.

I stand in the center of the room, my heart beating against my ribs like a trapped bird. Cruz is gone. The guards are outside. I am alone.

I rush to the window.

My hands fumble with the latch, shoving the heavy glass pane open. The warm Spanish air hits my face, smelling of salt and jasmine, but I don't care about the scent.