Rhett’s POV

The sound of her scream cut through the quiet house like a blade. “Sienna?”

I was halfway down the hall when I heard it again. Her screams faint but desperate, muffled by something solid. My blood froze. I didn’t think. I just ran.

The door to her room was locked from the outside, the key still warm in the handle. I rattled it, kicked it, and when that didn’t work, I slammed my shoulder into it once, twice until the frame cracked.

“Sienna!”

“Rhett!” Her voice ...