Sienna
SLEEP never truly came.
I lay on my side beneath the sleeping bag, my eyes closed and my breathing steady, but my mind remained awake long after the campsite had fallen silent.
Part of me was waiting for the listening device to justify itself. Another part was replaying my conversation with Nate from earlier that night.
It annoyed me more than I cared to admit.
I wasn't supposed to be discussing my family with him. I wasn't supposed to be talking about my father or Riverside or any of the things I normally kept locked away.
Yet somehow, I had.
The realization left me vaguely unsettled.
At exactly four in the morning, I heard movement outside the tent. A zipper opened quietly. Then Marcus stepped inside.
I immediately closed my eyes again. His smell reach
