The crystal flute felt heavy in Sienna’s hand, the chilled glass weeping condensation against her skin. The champagne inside bubbled merrily, looking like nothing more than a harmless, expensive vintage.

But Sienna knew better. She stared at the pale golden liquid, swirling it gently.

"To my ret

The first thing Sienna registered was the suffocating, noxious fumes of low-grade gasoline.

It burned the back of her throat and stung her nostrils, snapping her out of the chemical darkness with the violent jolt of a defibrillator. She gasped, her lungs expanding against the tight constraint of r

"You..." Ronan breathed, the syllable carrying a weight so immense it seemed to crush the air out of the room. He remained on his knees, his hands hovering just inches from her exposed shoulder, afraid that if he touched her, she would vanish like the phantom she had been for two agonizing years.