Three weeks. That was how long I had been watching Sienna Sterling. Long enough to know when she left the house, when she trained, which guards followed her, which ones she tolerated and which ones she argued with.
I knew which path she usually took through the eastern side of their territory and which garden she liked to sit in when she wanted to be alone.
I also knew she hated being watched. That part wasn't difficult to figure out. She had complained about her guards almost every day since I'd started following her movements.
I watched from the trees as Sienna stepped out of the training grounds, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
Two guards followed several steps behind her. When she stopped, they stopped. When she turned around, they did. "Are you two planni
