Raiden’s POV
The crowd shifts and swirls around me, a blur of movement and sound, but my focus remains fixed on Siena.
She walks away from the ballroom floor, her back straight, her head held high, moving with a grace that commands attention without asking for it. The light catches on her hair as she passes beneath the chandeliers, a faint shimmer that draws my gaze even though I don’t want to look.
No tears. No dramatics. No desperate pleas for my attention.
Nothing.
She doesn’t turn back, doesn’t falter, doesn’t give so much as a flicker of acknowledgment that I’m still here, standing in the middle of the room with Lila at my side.
The Siena I thought I knew—the version I’ve built in my mind over the past three years—would have caused a scene. She would have thr
