Sienna blinked, startled. She glanced toward her husband and saw him watching, a faint smirk on his lips. He had sent their son over. jealousy disguised a paternal intervention.
Lenard released her hand reluctantly, his gaze lingering with unspoken questions. Sienna bent down, scooping her son into her arms, her smile now genuine. She swayed to the music, shaking her shoulders. The crowd murmured at the sight, smiling at what appeared to be a sweet moment.
Lenard's last words echoed in her ears: Are you clever enough to survive what is coming?
She held her son close, her heart pounding.
Despite the music, Eli's voice still cut through the sound with the blunt honesty only children possess.
"You should not have danced with him," he said firmly,
Sienna met his eyes, smiling. "Why not, short spark?"
He frowned at the name and replied with an eye roll, "Because he is a lion. Lions and foxes are not friends."
