The name lit up the screen like a curse.

Sienna.

My sister’s face. On Jaxon’s phone. Bound. Gagged. Terrified.

The text was short, cold, and final:

> “You want her back? Come alone. Midnight. No weapons. No tricks. Or she dies.”

Attached was a location somewhere in the Bronx.

I didn’t realize I was trembling until Jaxon caught my wrist.

His grip was strong, but not painful. Like he was anchoring me.

“How did they get her?” I choked.

“I ...