59. Sienna
Sienna
N othing else exists.
Not the room.
Not the team.
Not the man standing in the shadows.
Just her.
“Elizabeth…”
My voice breaks instantly around her name.
I don’t care.
I’m already dropping to my knees in front of her before my brain catches up with my body.
Her skin looks cold.
Too pale beneath the overhead light.
My hands shake violently when I reach for her face.
“Hey… hey, it’s me…”
My throat burns so badly the words barely come out.
“I’m here.”
For one horrible second, nothing happens.
Then her eyelids flutter weakly.
Slow.
Heavy.
Drugged maybe.
Exhausted definitely.
Her eyes finally lift toward mine—
And stay blank.
My heart stops.
Because she doesn’t know me.
Not immediately.
After everything—
After all these years—
She looks at me like I’m a stranger.
Pain tears straight through my chest.
Then confusion flickers across her face.
Recognition follows slowly behind it.
“Sienna…?”
The whisper nearly destroys me.
A broken breath leaves me hard enough my whole body shakes with it.
“Yeah,” I choke out.
Tears blur my vision instantly.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
I press my forehead briefly against hers because I need to know she’s real.
Warm.
Alive.
Not another ORACLE illusion.
“I told you I’d find you.”
Her lip trembles.
Tiny.
Barely there.
But I see it.
God, Elizabeth.
I reach for the restraints around her wrists with shaking hands—
Then hear it.
Cold metallic clicks behind me.
Precise.
Deliberate.
Weapons being armed.