The flames in the fireplace crackled louder, as if responding to the vow Sienna had silently made.
She sat still for a long moment, her fingers wrapped around the worn edges of the journal pressed against her heart.
Her father’s handwriting was more than ink now—it was blood and fire, the last gift of a man who had died to protect a legacy she hadn’t asked for.
But she wasn’t rejecting it anymore.
She was ready to wear the crown.
Sienna stood, her shadow dancing against the old stone walls of Luciano’s office, and turned toward the door.
She found Luciano in the war room, surrounded by maps, files, and a tension so thick it clung to the walls.
His eyes snapped up the second she entered.
“No more waiting,” she said before he could speak. “If I’m the key to this, then I want to kno
