Sienna's POV

“One more circuit down the corridor,” I tell him, “and we’re calling it for today.”

Jonah lets out a dramatic groan, but he doesn’t fight me. His grip clamps around my forearm as we inch forward, careful and slow. He has been meeting with the physical therapist all week—yet he keeps dragging me into extra rounds like he’s got something to prove.

“You’re a tyrant,” he complains, the words softened by the faint curve of ...