Sienna’s POV

The jet wheels screeched against the tarmac as we touched down, the engine’s roar fading into the warm, humid air of Mexico. I pressed my forehead against the cold window for a second, heart still hammering from the flight. The sun had just started to climb over the horizon, painting the sky in golds and pinks, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world had paused just for us.

The door slid open with a soft hiss, and the jet steps lowered. Luther was already out, ...