Sienna had spent months learning to control her breathing.
To still her thoughts.
To erase any emotion from her face before it had the chance to betray her.
And yet—
She was slipping.
It was Luca.
It was always Luca.
The way he looked at her, the way his words coiled around her like a trap she never saw coming.
And the worst part?
She had no idea if she was still playing him—
Or if she was the one being played.
The moment in the corridor still burned behind her eyes.
The warmth of his touch, the soft warning in his voice.
She should have felt nothing.
Instead, she felt everything.
And that was dangerous.
Because Luca was right.
Things were about to get complicated.
And if she wasn’t careful—
She wouldn’t survive it.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of whispers
