Chapter 17 A Deal with the Devil

Sienna dialed a number from memory, her fingers steady even though her pulse raced. Ethan watched her, his expression unreadable, his gun resting on the table beside him.

The call connected.

A deep voice answered, wary and sharp. "Didn't think I'd hear from you again."

Sienna smirked. "Desperate times, Owen."

Ethan's brow furrowed. Owen Blackwell.