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Her eyes blaze with anger. “I don’t owe you a fucking answer.”

I laugh. “That’s not a no.”

She shoves at my chest, but I don’t move.

“Then why are you here?”

She hesitates. That half-second of hesitation is all I need.

I let my hand lift, fingers trailing just barely along her jaw. She stiffens but doesn’t move away this time.

My voice drops lower. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Her lips part, but no words come out.

I smirk. “That’s what I thought.”

The silence stretches between us, thick and electric.

Then the sound of my phone vibrating on the counter breaks it.

Neither of us move at first. Then Sienna exhales sharply, stepping around me, putting space between us. I grab her wrist before she leaves.

“Do I need to talk to him?” I ask.

Her eyes flick to mine as she shrugs, and then she leaves my place.

I let her go.

I grab my phone and press it to my ear.

“Yeah.”

Mr. Coleman’s voice is calm, measured. “Your father has been transferred. It’s a better facility. More security. He’s safer now.”

Safer. Like I fucking care. The bastard can rot for all I care. I drag a hand down my face, exhaling slow through my nose. “Great.”

“Eli—”

I hang up.

I don’t want to think about him. About any of it.

I roll my shoulders. There’s tension coiled deep in my muscles, something restless, something dark. I need to work it out.

So I do. I let my body take over. Push-ups until my arms shake. Squats. Abs. I hit the bag in the corner of my room until my knuckles sting, until the ache in my chest settles into something manageable. I shower. The hot water does nothing to cool the fire in my veins.

It’s late when I climb into bed, but sleep doesn’t come easy. Not when my mind is thinking of her. I don’t even fight it. I close my eyes and let her consume me.

But the dream is all wrong.

She’s there,Sienna, but she’s not alone.

Caleb’s with her. Hands on her body. Fingers gripping her hips, yanking her close. She’s looking up at him, wide-eyed, lips parted, like she wants him.

Shewantshim.

Not me.