“No, but that's all we can do right now. Yeah?”
Stifling the urge to wrap my hands around Alicia’s neck and squeeze, I step back with an abrupt nod. Spinning, I turn to walk away. Alicia grabs my arm and I shake her off with a snap of my teeth, making her jump back a step.
“Where are you going?” she demands shrilly.
“Away from you.”
27
SIENNA
“Sienna.”
Jax’s smooth, low tone pulls me away from the box I’m elbow-deep in. This stuff is never ending. Every time I manage to drag something to the next room, I swear another three appear in its place.
“Mm?” I don’t turn around. One encounter with my Soul Bonded is probably about as much as I can cope with today. I keep my eyes determinedly away from Jax’s sculpted chest, snugly covered by his black cotton shirt, and zero in on the box of paint.
Logan, we need to talk about your addiction to ochre yellow.
Jax inhales. “About your things.”
Now that gets my attention. “They’re here?”
Thank fuck. I can finally get out of this goddamned dress.
“Uh.” Jax rubs at his neck. “Theywerehere.”
Foreboding trickles down my spine. “Where are they?” I ask flatly, any euphoria I felt at the idea of clean clothes rapidly dwindling.
He swallows. “Alicia threw them out. I’m sorry.”
Alicia. Threw. My. Stuff. Out.
Swinging back to the box I was clearing, I take a deep breath. Then another.
And hell, I take another one too.
My nails bite into my hands. That fucking bitch.
She takes my Soul Bonded. Humiliates me at my Bonding Ceremony. Threatens me. And now my stuff, too?
My photos.
Pain suffuses my chest. I packed a few of my favorite photos of me and Jess, my parents,Elise. All gone now.
“Sienna?” Jax asks quietly. “I’m really sorry.”
Swinging around, I point a finger at him. “See, you say that like you actually mean it. Except you’re not sorry. She’s apsychopath, Jax. What are you doing with her?”
I hate that a whine drops into my voice. Butcome on. So they don’t want me, fine (actually, not fine, but that’s a whole other thing) but why the fuck would they want someone likeher? They seem like decent men, assholery moments aside. Half the time it feels like they can barely stand her.
This shit just doesn’t make sense.
Jax’s face shutters. “It’s—,”
“Ah – don’t tell me. It’s complicated. That’s why I’m here, instead of home with my family, licking my wounds and gearing up for a second run with a pack that actually wants me.”
A deep, throaty growl stops me short. Jax glares at me.
