The heavy leather sofa groaned as Xavier strapped his watch onto his wrist, the rhythmic, metallic ticking sounding like a countdown to something bloody. Sienna was already on her feet before he even finished buckling the leather strap, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor.
"I'm coming with you," she said, her voice tight and unyielding. It wasn't a request. It was an ultimatum.
Xavier didn't even look up at her. He just adjusted his cuffs, his movements painfully slow, entirely too calm for a man who had just dropped a bombshell. "No, you're not."
"Xavier, she is my responsibility," Sienna snapped, her chest heaving as she stared down at him. "This whole mess started because of me. It started because I trusted her, and I am the one who is going to finish this."
