Sienna’s POV

The house was asleep—or at least, that’s what I told myself as I padded down the hallway on bare feet, clutching my sweater tighter around me. The lights were dim, the shadows thick, the silence too perfect. But I had lived here long enough to know that silence could be deceptive. In this house, silence meant danger waiting with a painted smile.

It was past midnight, far past the hour my father had restricted me to since dinner had turned into a public execution. “No more ...