Sienna's POV

The ride back from the hospital is nothing but smeared streetlights and a hush that feels too loud. Damien keeps flicking his eyes toward me, both hands on the wheel, his mouth set hard.

“You should’ve stayed,” I tell him again—third time now. “Briony and Jareth are going to need someone, and Vivienne—”

“Vivienne has been very clear she doesn’t want me anywhere near her,” he cuts in, calm on the surface, drained underneath. ...