Before Julian, she was a girl who actually liked Manhattan, someone who thought she had a bright future. Now, he was like a storm cloud that wouldn’t move, blocking out the sun and leaving her world cold and grey. Julian’s gaze remained icy, the weight of his status pressing down on the small space. Finally, Sienna couldn’t handle the suffocating silence anymore. She was the first to turn away. The car fell into a weird, dead quiet. Up front, Sawyer considered saying something to break the tension, but wisely decided to keep his mouth shut. After a long time, Sienna let out a faint, bitter mumble. “You’re only big and bad because you’re the head of the Blackwood family... if you were just some regular guy...” Julian’s lips curved into a cold, arrogant smirk. She’s small, but she’s got more fight in her than a Brooklyn stray. Breaking her was going to take some time. He stretched his arms out, resting them casually across the back of the seat. Sienna immediately lunged forward, terrified of even brushing against his sleeve. “I guess God really does have favorites,” he chuckled. “He gave me the silver spoon, and then he put you right in front of me. Tell me, Sienna... don’t you think that’s destiny?”