CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
Elena stood frozen in the doorway, the weight of Sienna’s trembling confession hanging between them like morning mist over the lake.
The silver locket dangled from Sienna’s fingers, its chain catching the faint hallway light and throwing tiny reflections across the walls…reflections that seemed to mock the peace they had claimed at sunrise.
Jax stirred behind her in the bed, his steady breathing the only calm in the suddenly charged air. Elena’s mind raced, calculating risks.
Sienna had always been the healer, the one who restored broken reefs and broken hearts. If even she carried secrets tied to Victoria, how deep did the rot truly run?
“Inside,” Elena whispered, pulling Sienna into the room and closing the door softly. Jax sat up, grey hair tousled, his soldier
