Sienna stared at the plane ticket, her heart racing.
Lisbon. Three days from now. First class.
And somewhere in Portugal, Dante was waiting. Or not waiting. The note hadn't exactly been warm.
**If you want answers, come find me.**
Not "I miss you." Not "I need to see you." Just a challenge. A test. One more game in a relationship that had started as a contract and turned into something she still couldn't name.
She set the ticket on the small kitchen counter. Looked around Elena's apartment. At this safe space she'd been given. At the chance to start over without Dante Moretti complicating everything.
She could stay here. Rebuild. Move on.
She should stay here.
But the ticket sat there like a dare she couldn't ignore.
The next morning, Sienna had an appointment with her father's es
