Chapter 73

• Sienna leaned back against the cold, damp wall, her wrists aching from the tight restraints. Despite the pain, her mind was sharp, calculating, as she studied the two people before her—Henri, pacing in frustration, and Bianca, simmering with barely contained jealousy. They were predictable, both of them. And Sienna knew just how to use that.
• She tilted her head, eyes narrowing on Bianca. “It’s funny,” she started, her voice low but deliberate, “how you think he cares about you.”
• Bianca froze, her eyes flicking toward Sienna, suspicion flashing across her face. “What the hell are you talking about?” she snapped.