Hanging up as he promises to get here, I take a seat on the bed, wrapping Sienna’s hand in mine. She’s freezing, her hand hanging limply.
“We did this,” I murmur. “This is our fault.”
Nobody says anything. Because I’m fucking right.
“What the fuck was she doing up there?” Tristan snaps. “Sleeping on a shitty old mattress in the cold? Not even a fucking blanket? She had a room down here!”
“She had a room that Alicia showed her,” Gray rumbles. “Should never have let them even be in the same room.”
“Fuck,” Tristan hisses. “I’m going to kill her.”
His hand shakes where it hovers over Sienna, pushing a limp strand of pink hair away from her face.
“I’ll wait by the door for Elio,” Logan mumbles. Gray doesn’t look away from Sienna, all of us zoning in on the tiny rise and fall of her chest.
“She’ll be alright,” Gray says. “She’ll be fine.”
The words drip with desperation.
And all the while, our omega lies silently on the bed.
No fire. No sass. NoSienna.
Just… silent.
Come on, shortcake.
Wake up, and I’ll do anything. Burn it all down.
Justwake up.
34
TRISTAN
Alicia bolts upright in the bed as I throw the door open, smashing it against the wall.
Her cucumber slice slides down, landing in the luminous green goop gunking up her face.
“Tristan!” she wails, scrabbling to cover herself.
“I don’t give a fuck about your face,” I snarl. Grabbing her throat, I curl my fingers around it and watch her eyes widen.
“Can you tell me why,” I ask silkily. “Despite us putting a room aside for Sienna during the Trials, she seems to have been sleeping in the fucking attic? On a dirty little mattress? Care to explain, Alicia?”
She splutters around my hand. “I have no idea. Maybe she likes dirt!”
My fingers flex, and genuine fear enters her eyes.
“Talk.”
My voice is grim. I’m in no mood to fuck around, not with my Soul Bonded hooked up to a dozen drips to get her stable enough to transport to the hospital.
“It was just a bit of fun,” she whimpers. “I didn’t mean anything by it. She’s a wet rag, didn’t even argue.”
I battle back the urge to tighten my grip again.
“She’s worth a hundred of you,” I snarl, leaning down. “If anything happens to her, I will not be responsible for my actions. Nod to tell me you understand that.”
