Sienna

The low growl of the engine grew louder until it stopped right outside again.

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest.

Kendra grabbed my wrist. “He’s back?”

Ezra stiffened, whispering, “What the hell—did he forget something?”

Jaxon’s jaw tightened, his body coiled like he was ready to bolt.

We waited for the sound of his door opening.

But it never came.

Instead, a sharp honk echoed from outside. Once. Then again.

Kendra turned to me, wide-eyed. “He’s calling ...