Third Person POV

Jonah crushes out the last inch of his cigarette and flicks the butt onto the flawless, freshly set stonework.

He has to return inside. He has to keep performing. Staying within arm’s reach of Vivienne isn’t love—it’s containment. Letting her roam unchecked is a gamble he can’t afford while Sienna’s safety is still on the table.

He heads toward the music and voices, and someone collides with his ...