Sienna stood there for a long moment after Luca left, gripping the metal railing so tightly her fingers ached.
The air still carried his presence—his scent, his voice, the weight of his words.
Trust is irrelevant.
It should have felt like a dismissal.
Like Luca was reminding her that she was nothing more than a pawn in his world.
But it didn’t feel like that.
It felt like a challenge.
Because despite everything—despite his power, his control, the way he pulled the strings with effortless ease—he was still watching her too closely.
Still waiting.
For what, she wasn’t sure.
But she had the unsettling feeling that whatever game they had been playing had evolved into something far more dangerous.
And the worst part?
She wasn’t sure she wanted to stop.
Sienna shook off the thou
