Rhett’s POV

Pressure isn’t new to me. I grew up with it. Pressure to be quiet, pressure to be strong, pressure to survive fists and slammed doors. Pressure is part of my blood.

But this?

This is different.

This is pressure with Sienna’s face in the center of it. Her voice in my head. Her scent still clinging to my hoodie.

And her dad’s shadow hanging over everything like a blade ready to drop.

I could handle his suspicion. I could handle my mother's little power games. What I ...