She looks away from me, closing off those baby blues. “Jax.”
“We can be happy, Sienna.” Fuck. I didn’t come in here to pressure her. I’ve been all about taking it slowly, giving her as much space as I can, as per the orders of King Tris.
But I’m only an alpha. And this omega could bring me to my knees.
“I know.” She swallows, her fingers tracing the curved pattern of her guitar.
“It’s beautiful,” I say, admiring it. I know my instruments, and that one’s a classic.
“My dad gave it to me.” A smile crosses her lips, her whole face brightening. “He found me playing with it one day, and then it just appeared at the bottom of my bed. He put a bow on it and everything.”
“You’re close to your family.” It isn’t a question. It’s right there in the softness of her smile as she talks about her dad. My mind flashes back to the Bonding Ceremony, the rage on his face. He obviously adores her.
Who wouldn’t?
She nods, her head wobbling. “I am. My mama – we’re very different, but we’re still close. My sister Elise too.”
She looks down again. “I miss them, Jax. And Jessalyn.”
“Ah, yes. The wildcat.”
Amusement lightens her face. “She wouldn’t actually attack you. Not unless she was really pissed.”
I’m still giving that omega a wide-as-fuck berth.
“So…,” I coax hopefully. I even throw in some eyelash batting for good measure. “Play for me?”
Her lip twitches. “You’re a bad influence, Jax Cohen.”
But she picks up the guitar, strumming it in a way that goes straight to my dick, hardening inside my jeans. Fuck, this girl was made for me.
And she plays. I sit there silently, soaking her in. What I wouldn’t give to run to my room and get my own guitar, for us to play together. There’ll be plenty of time for that once this mess is sorted out, though. I can be patient.
Maybe.
When she finishes, I clap, and she flushes in pleasure. “You liked it?”
“You’re amazing,” I say honestly. She’s better than most of the people I’ve played with.
She smooths down the covers between us. “Jax? Do you think the Council will try and separate us?”
I don’t want to lie to her. “I don’t know, shortcake. But we won’t let that happen. I’d go over the wall before I let them take you away.”
She looks up at me, her next words vulnerable. “You would?”
God. She hurts my heart. Clearing my throat, I reach over and wrap my fingers around hers.
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life,” I say seriously, “making sure that you never, ever have any reason to doubt us again, Sienna.”
“You promise?” she whispers.
“I swear it. On everything I am.”
46
SIENNA
I’m exploring the absolutely insane amount of garden my Soul Bonded own the next day when Tristan finds me. I turn from the rosebush as he holds a white paper bag out to me.
