Chapter 31
Sienna’s Pov
The room fell silent again. My mind spun like a broken carousel. My mother—alive, hidden inside the very mansion I’d been living in for weeks. It felt impossible. Like some cruel joke the universe was playing on me.
Luca’s hand found my arm, his grip firm but careful. “Sienna,” he said quietly, his voice low and dangerous. “We need to think this through.”
I pulled away gently, not because I wanted to, but because I needed to move. Pacing helped me think. The broken window let in cold, damp air that smelled like rain and city smoke. My bare feet felt the chill on the floorboards.
“Who would hide her?” I asked, my voice cracking a little. “Victor? Adriana? Clara?”
Damian leaned against the wall, arms still folded. His face looked almost amused, but his eyes were
