Sienna's POV

Jonah steps nearer, and immediately my body tightens, prepared to pull Lyra protectively into my arms. But instead of reaching out to grab her, his hand softly brushes a stray lock of her hair into place.

The gentleness in his touch catches me off guard. I stop, momentarily stunned by the careful, deliberate nature of his gesture.

“This will not happen again,” he says, his tone low but resolute. His gaze lifts and locks onto mine, over ...