SIENNA’S POV

I couldn’t fucking believe it.

Luther just… turned to Lydia like I was an errand and said, “Get her ready,” then walked out. No explanation, no glance back, just left like he owned the air I was breathing.

My jaw dropped. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to scream or laugh at the audacity.

Lydia turned to me, eyes soft and unsure, her hands clasped in front of her apron. She looked like the kind of woman who apologized to furniture when she bumped into them.

“Good ...