Sienna’s POV
I wanted to ask where he had been all night. The question was right there on my tongue, bitter and rude and too personal for the kind of arrangement we had. But I swallowed it. It was none of my business. Kael and I were not lovers. We were not a couple. We were not even friends. He was the man whose mark sat on my neck, and I was the woman who had lied against him because fear had made me selfish. That was all.
I stepped into the bedroom and froze. Kael was inside. Shirtless. My brain stopped working for a second.
“Good morning, Sienna,” Kael said respectfully.
I did not answer immediately because my eyes had betrayed me and gone straight to his chest. He was broad, muscled, and bruised from the beating Nolan and my father had given him. The bruises should have made me fe
