Damien’s POV

The line goes dead, and a sour smile tugs at my mouth. She ended the call. She actually cut me off—for her ex.

I should be furious. I should be seeing red. The woman I’ve been picturing a future with is off playing pretend domesticity with the man who used to have her.

But rage doesn’t come.

What settles in my chest is something colder—unease, dread.

Sienna has no idea what she’s walking into. Jonah Brennan ...