Sliding off the counter, I saunter towards her. “You’ve been holding out on me, princess.”
To her credit, she only frowns. “Hard to hold out on someone that doesn’t speak to me.”
I wince. “I deserve that.”
“And more.”
Arat tat tatgrows louder in the distance, and I look between Sienna and the door, wanting more time with her. She watches me with a cute little line right between her eyes, this omega with the brave heart and the dirty dress.
Frowning, I make a note to check on her stuff. The harpy was right, it should have arrived by now.
“Jaxy!Thereyou are.”
I swear my balls shrivel up into raisins as Alicia stalks in, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing herself into me.
“I missed you,” she purrs, her nails scratching a little too hard at my chest. “Did you miss me?”
“I saw you ten minutes ago,” I mutter, straining over the top of her head to look for Sienna.
But she’s gone.
A light sting draws my attention down to where Alicia is digging her pointy nails into my skin.
“Fuck, will you stop?” I bark, pushing her away.
Crossing her arms, her eyes shoot daggers in my direction. “You watch her like a puppy,” she sneers. “It’s pathetic.”
“It’s called biology, Alicia.”
God, I’m so tired of this shit, and it’s been less than twenty-four hours. Tristan better have found something during his little hustle to Councilor Erikkson’s place.
Logan wanders in, covered in paint. “Lo?” I ask quickly. “When’s Sienna’s stuff getting here?”
He looks around, as though it’s gonna magically appear in front of us. “It should’ve been here by now.”
“Can you call and chase it up?”
Alicia coughs, inspecting her nails closely with a small smirk on her face. Aknowingsmirk.
“What have you done?” I ask through gritted teeth, and she bats her lashes.
“Me? Nothing! Although there were a few boxes of donations in the hallway this morning…”
She gasps in mock horror, bringing her hand over her mouth dramatically.
“Oh no! You don’t think…. but they were so old and tattered, I assumed that they were to be disposed of.”
My head starts to pound. “You threw her stuff away?”
She pouts. “Well, how was I supposed to know that pile of rags was hers?”
Taking a step closer to her, a snarl ripples out of me. “Where. Is. It?”
“Gone.” Alicia’s face twists as she snarls back at me. “Just like she will be soon enough. You’re forgetting our agreement, Jax, andI don’t like it.”
Logan intervenes, appearing between us, his hands held up placatingly. “We can buy her new stuff, Jax.”
“It’s not the same,” I growl.
