The car ride back was silent.
Luciano drove like a man with something to burn—knuckles white on the steering wheel, eyes locked on the road ahead, jaw tight.
The tension crackled between them like a live wire.
Sienna sat in the passenger seat, every nerve in her body lit and trembling.
She hadn’t said a word since they left the warehouse.
Neither had he.
What could she say?
What could he?
The stranger’s words echoed in her skull like thunder.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
“The queen.”
The air in the car felt thick, heavy with the weight of something neither of them could name.
But it wasn’t just the warehouse, or the man with the obsidian ring—it was what Luciano hadn’t said.
The way he looked at her, not just with fear or protection—but with knowing.
As if some terribl
