Jonah’s POV

Sienna says my name like she’s bracing herself. Calm on the surface, strain underneath. “Jonah. Why are you here?”

My mouth opens and nothing useful comes out. Every line I rehearsed evaporates the second I register the ring—Damien’s ring—catching the light on her finger, and Lyra settled in his arms like she belongs there.

Celeste’s patience snaps first. “You need to go. Right now.”

“It’s fine.” Sienna lifts ...