Sienna’s fingers would twist and bend the edges of her sleeves in anticipation as she had come to pace the width of the stone floor with such devotion and thoughtlessness that it had begun to divot beneath her steps. For hours, she had stepped in quiet repetition after she had been separated from him once Ingram had come upon them within the greenhouse study. The memory of Adrian being lifted over Asmodeus and another knight as she would attempt to follow but find only abandonment in the form of the heavy door closed within her face, she had remained steadfast in her patient wait, now growing horribly impatient. By now, the moon had forfeited its hold over the land and left the sun in its luminescent glory as the door would finally part from its frame to expose Ingram with a deadpanned exp
