SIENNA’S POV

The pen had barely left the paper when I felt it—the shift.

Something heavy, invisible, pressed between us. Maybe it was power. Maybe regret. Or maybe I was just realizing what I’d actually done.

Luther took the signed contract from me like it was an offering. His thumb brushed over my name, slow, deliberate, like he was memorizing the shape of it. “There,” he murmured. “Now it’s official.”

“Yay,” I said dryly, folding my arms. “Dreams really do come ...