Tristan nods.
“As long as we have the evidence against the Erikksons, I’m confident we can get through it.”
I take a deep breath before letting it go slowly. My chest tingles.
Hope.
“Where are you going?” Gray asks, as I turn and head for the door.
“You mean, where are we going,” I toss over my shoulder. “Come on.”
We have a nest to build.
31
SIENNA
Grit lines my eyes as I crack them open a smidge, then blink.
Sunlight fills my room. Actual, proper sunlight, not murky shadowed light crossed with dust and cobwebs and God knows what else.
Turning my head, I moan at the pain. Everything hurts.
That damn ache in my stomach has snowballed to epic proportions, and my leg is burning too.
Gradually pulling myself upright by sheer force of will, I glance around the room I slept in. It’s nice. Too bad they couldn’t have given me this one instead of the shitty attic.
Way to make a point, Cohen pack.
Groaning, I manage to wobble upright as a knock sounds on the door.
“I’m coming,” I croak. I make my wobbly way to the door and pull it open. Jax takes a step back as he scans me.
“Sienna,” he growls. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” I mutter sarcastically as I try to move past him.
“Whoa,” he says softly, grabbing my arm. I don’t have the strength to shake him off. “Where are you going?”
“Today is the Trial,” I swallow back the pain as I force out the words. “I’m not going to pass, Jax. I’m going to get my stuff together.”
There’s nothing more I can do. The room is an empty shell, and Ollena will be here any minute. I’m not much better, and Jax growls slightly as I sag against the wall.
“You should be in bed,” he mutters.
No shit, Sherlock.
“Trust me,” I mutter, “It’s the first thing on my list when I get home.”
His grip flexes on my arm as he holds me steady. “You might be stuck with us for a little while yet, shortcake.”
Frowning, I look towards the stairs as the doorbell rings. With a sigh, I pull my arm from his, moving away from the warmth of his touch to make my way unsteadily down the stairs. Jax lingers behind me.
“I don’t think so, but we’ll soon find out.”
There’s no sign of bitch-face Alicia, thank God, but the rest of my Soul Bonded are lingering in the hall, wearing matching looks of concern.
Tristan steps forward, his eyes scanning me. “Sienna,” he breathes.
