"Not happy to see me, Ethan?" she purred.

"No." Ethan didn't even bother to look up as he reached for his drink.

The woman smiled.

"You're right. You shouldn't be."

He scoffed humorlessly and slammed the empty glass onto the counter.

"What the hell are you doing here, Sienna?"

"Relax," she replied, cool as ice. "I followed you here. Saw you drowning yourself in cheap liquor while probably plotting how to ruin their lives. But unlike you, I still have dignity… and money."

Ethan narrowed his eyes.

"Are you mocking me?"

Sienna turned her stool toward him, leaned forward, and dropped her voice.

"I want the same thing you do… to see Grayson Maxwell on his knees and Kate in pieces. Wouldn't you like to strike back? But this time… where it hurts the most."

Ethan stared at her for a long moment. He didn't trust her. Obviously. But they did share the same hatred… for the same two people.

That could be useful.

"I'm listening," he muttered.

Sienna's smile widened.

"I