The ride back was different.
There was no rush.
No adrenaline.
No chaos.
Just silence—and the stench of gunpowder still clinging to their clothes.
Sienna sat beside Luciano, blood dried on the hem of her sleeve, a faint ringing still echoing in her ears.
The taste of metal clung to the back of her throat.
Her hands, though scrubbed clean, still trembled from the memory of the weight of the gun.
Luca hadn’t said a word since they left the warehouse.
Neither had she.
Not because there was nothing to say.
But because the weight of what had just happened was still settling into their bones.
One word, and the whole illusion would shatter.
One word, and she’d have to confront the fact that she’d stepped even deeper into a world she couldn’t crawl out of.
And worse—
She didn’t
