The door to our chambers clicks shut behind me. Tension from The Den still coils tight in my muscles, but the second I see her, the world narrows to one thing only.
Sienna stands in front of the tall antique mirror, brushing out her long hair. She wears nothing but one of my black shirts, the hem riding high on her thighs. Golden lamplight caresses her skin. Callum sleeps peacefully in the bassinet nearby, his tiny breaths steady and trusting.
Mine. All of it.
I cross the room in three strides and wrap my arms around her from behind. She leans back into my chest with a soft sigh, her eyes finding mine in the mirror.
“You’re wound so tight,” she murmurs.
I press my lips to the curve of her neck, breathing her in. “The ball is in three days. I don’t like any of this.”
She turns in my a
