This is awkward. We’re not supposed to spend time with family and friends during the Trials. Special bonding time and all that shit.
But this isn’t a completely normal Bonding, and plus, maybe this will give Sienna a much-needed pick me up.
“Sienna!” I holler loudly. “There’s a crazy chick at the door asking for you!”
I smile genially as the wild cat hisses at me.
“If you bite me,” I ask, “do I need to get a shot from the healers?”
Her retort stops short as Sienna flings herself past me. “Jessalyn!”
Her shoulders shake as she buries herself in wild chick’s hair, and the harpy gives me a death glare as she draws her finger across her throat.
“Hey,” she murmurs, using a much softer tone with Sienna. “Whose ass do I need to kick?”
Crossing one leg in front of the other, I nonchalantly hide my crown jewels just in case she attacks.
Sienna laughs as she pulls back, and Jessalyn the Wild Chick gives her a once over.
“Why the hell are you still wearing your Bonding gown?” she demands, outraged. “Where are your clothes?”
Sienna shrugs. “They’re arriving today.”
Jessalyn frowns, but she lets it go. “I know I’m not supposed to be here, but you left something behind.”
She reaches forward and I back away rapidly. Giving me a toothy smile, Jessalyn grabs something leaning across the wall. My eyes widen, and I think I choke a little.
“Is that—”
“A guitar? Yes it is.” The harpy is clearly smug as fuck as I stare at Sienna.
“You play?”
“Like a fucking queen,” Jessalyn crows, but Sienna shushes her, shaking her head.
“I just dabble.”
Well, you can come right along and dabble with me, princess.
“Thanks, Jess.” Sienna strokes the battered leather case.Dabble, my ass.That case has seen some use. “I wish you could come in, but the rules…”
“Fuck the patriarchy, remember?” Jessalyn mutters, but she takes a step back anyway, her grin wobbling. “You’re okay, though?”
“I’m okay. Pinky swear.”
“Okay.” Harpy wild girl blows out a breath. “Because I brought my knuckle duster.”
“Jess!”
“I’m kidding!” She eyeballs me. “Maybe.”
I back away, and Jessalyn wiggles her pinky at me. “Bye, Jax Cohen. See you soon.”
Fuck, that sounds like a threat.
Hiding in the kitchen like the little bitch I apparently am, I skulk around until Sienna comes in, wiping at her eyes. The case is clutched tightly in her left hand.
“Oh, I—,”
