Sienna
MY FINGERS tightened under the table. Not visibly. But not enough for Marcus to notice. Across from me, Nate's words still hung in the air like something deliberately left unfinished.
"Your wife."
Seraphina's absence had already been absorbed by the room, but the impact of his sentence hadn't fully settled. It still lingered in the way people avoided eye contact, in the way conversations hesitated before restarting.
I forced my expression to shift to shock, offense, and indignation. The kind Marcus would recognize instantly and respond to.
I reached for his arm lightly. "Marcus…" I said, voice soft, controlled.
He immediately covered my hand with his, patting it once. "Don't worry about it," he said, calm and dismissive. "He's just fooling around. Nate's always l
