Rhett’s POV

Sienna didn’t speak to me the entire morning.

Not in the hall, not in class, not even when I brushed past her on purpose, close enough that her arm grazed mine. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even breathe, from what I could tell.

She was pale, like someone had drained all the color out of her. The fire that usually lived in her eyes—gone.

And that terrified me more than any anger she could’ve thrown.

I knew something had happened. I just didn’t ...