The new dress was a masterpiece of deception.

Woven from midnight-blue silk that clung to Sienna’s curves like liquid shadow, it featured a high, elegant neckline and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the bandages wrapped around her lacerated arm. No one looking at her would ever s

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.

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 con