SIENNA’S POV

Luther stood by the window, sunlight cutting across his jaw like a blade. His voice came first—sharp, accusing.

“Is that who you’re running loans with now? Loan-claws?”

My chest tightened. The memory crashed back in jagged pieces—the alley, the men beating me up, the smell of metal and blood.

“I’ve never seen them before in my life,” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

He turned, one brow raised. “So random strangers decided to chase you down for ...