SIENNA POV

Security didn’t even need to drag Nigel out—his legs did most of the collapsing for them. He was still mumbling something ridiculous, like “Piper… please… don’t… leave me…” as two black-uniformed men lifted his trembling, sweat-drenched frame and half-carried, half-dragged him toward the exit.

He looked like a defeated puppy that somehow thought someone might still throw him a treat. Except there were no treats coming. Only the hollow echo of his own ...