Damon:
Sienna stood at the edge of my suite, arms folded, her eyes narrowed as if she were still trying to decide whether she was going to stab me with her glare or walk back out the door.
“You standing by the door is not going to change anything, Sienna.” I said, looking at her.
“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” she muttered. “I did not have to be moved to a room, I could have stayed in mine. It was not like I needed to go anywhere far. It was literally a walk down the hall.”
I raised an eyebrow, leaning against the edge of my desk. “Too late for second thoughts, don’t you think?”
“You did not give me a thought in the first place. You made a decision and now I'm forced to deal with it, aren't I?” She scoffed. “But that is not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean, Miss Sie
