Ethan pulled up to the address his contact had given him, parking his sleek black Audi a block away. His jaw was tight, his mind sharp despite the chaos raging inside him.

The warehouse district wasn't the kind of place Sienna would normally be caught dead in. Too exposed. Too dangerous. But that call had changed everything.

The streetlights flickered above as he stepped out, the damp air thick with the scent of gasoline and rain. He scanned the alley ahead, his instincts prickling. Someone was watching.

Then, movement.

A shadow peeled away from the darkness, stumbling slightly before catching itself. Ethan's breath hitched.

Sienna.

Even after three years, he would've recognized her anywhere.

She was thinner than he remembered, her dark hair tied back in a loose ponytail, her black jacket oversized on her frame. But her eyes-those sharp, piercing green eyes-were exactly the same.

And they were locked on him.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them was thick with tension, history, things left unsaid.

Then, Sienna broke first. "You came."

Ethan's jaw clenched. "You called."

Silence stretched between them. The last time he'd seen her, she'd walked out of their apartment, her wedding ring left behind on the kitchen counter. No explanations. No goodbyes.

And now she was standing in front of him, as if the past three years had never happened.

But they had. And Ethan wasn't the same man she'd left behind.

His voice was steel when he finally spoke. "Start talking."

Sienna glanced over her shoulder, scanning the alley behind her before stepping closer. "I don't have time to explain everything, but you need to know... Someone is after me."

Ethan didn't flinch. "Who?"

Her lips parted, but before she could answer, the unmistakable sound of tires screeching filled the air.

Ethan barely had time to react before a black SUV came roaring down the alley toward them.

Sienna grabbed his arm. "Run."

And for the first time in years, Ethan listened to her without question.