Sienna could still feel the weight of the file in her hands long after she had left Luca’s office.
The pages were crisp beneath her fingertips, the inked words a taunt, a challenge.
Luca had given it back to her.
Why?
Because he knew she would look.
Because he wanted her to know he had seen her play and had made one of his own.
He wasn’t just watching anymore.
He was moving.
The question was—where?
And how long did she have before she was checkmated?
The estate was quieter than usual as she moved through its halls, the air thick with something unspoken.
The guards weren’t as dismissive, their gazes lingering a second too long.
They were watching her.
No.
Luca was watching her.
She felt it in the way her steps echoed, in the way the silence pressed against her skin.
Still
