Six Months After the Crimson Council's Downfall
Isabella was spending her first girls night our at Maria's.
"You two need time alone," Maria had insisted, practically pushing them out of the nursery. "And stop looking worried. I raised two children. I think I can handle one baby for twelve hours."
Now Sienna stood in their bedroom, the house eerily quiet without Isabella's presence, No baby monitor, No possibility of interruption. Just silence and possibility.
She'd showered, changed into a black lace she'd bought weeks ago but never had the chance to wear. Her body had changed since pregnancy, curves fuller, softer skin.
For months she'd been too exhausted, too focused on Isabella, too consumed by just surviving each day to think about this.
But tonight, she wanted her husband.
The bedroom door opened. Luca stepped in, freezing when he saw her.
His eyes went dark immediately, that look she knew so well. The one that meant he was seconds away from devouring her.
"Tesoro—"
