The silence that followed was suffocating. Sienna stood frozen, her mind unable to process the weight of Luciano’s words.
The room seemed to shrink around her as his grip tightened on her shoulders, his intense gaze locking with hers.
“The queen they’ve been waiting to move.”
The phrase echoed in her mind like a warning bell.
The possibility was too vast, too terrifying to fully grasp, yet it settled deep inside her—like an inescapable truth that she could no longer deny.
Luciano’s hands slowly slid from her shoulders, his fingers leaving a trail of heat.
His jaw clenched, the muscles flexing as his expression shifted from concern to something darker—something she couldn’t quite place.
“You—” Sienna started, her voice shaking with the weight of everything crashing down on her.
