(Raiden’s POV)
Days have passed, but Siena’s presence lingers like a phantom, haunting the corners of my mind.
Horace paces restlessly beneath my skin, agitated and clawing to break free. Every time I close my eyes, I see her standing there—strong, composed, untouchable. And yet, there was something beneath that polished exterior. I saw it in the way her hands trembled after her victory.
The way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
My jaw clenches as I stalk into my study, slamming the door behind me. The silence wraps around me like a suffocating blanket, pressing down on my chest.
I need a distraction, something to drown out the chaos swirling inside me. My eyes land on the crystal decanter sitting on the edge of the desk—an expensive bottle of aged whiskey I’d b
