The kiss still lingered on Sienna’s lips.
It burned—a brand she hadn’t expected, hadn’t planned, hadn’t even wanted to feel so deeply.
And yet, as Luciano pulled away, his breath still warm against her skin, everything else in the world felt like a blur.
Time, place, fear—it all faded beneath the gravity of what they’d just done.
But the moment didn’t last.
Because the call had been made.
And the serpent was coming.
Luciano’s eyes remained locked on hers as he stepped back, his jaw tense, hands fisting at his sides.
The vulnerability he’d shown seconds ago vanished like smoke, replaced with that familiar armor of stone and command.
Sienna straightened, instinctively smoothing her dress, trying to gather the pieces of herself that kiss had unraveled.
She should have said someth
