Jonah’s POV

The sea throws salt into the air, and it tangles with the sharp stink of smoke as I pull in another drag.

My chest burns on the exhale. I let it. I’ve already gone through a whole pack tonight and the clock hasn’t even hit midnight.

All I can see is Sienna’s back as she left—walking with him.

Damien.

Even thinking the name turns my hands into fists. Below the cliff, surf detonates against stone, furious and ...