Raspberries.
My head whips around, taking in the sight of Sienna holding onto the doorway. Her eyes are saucers in her too-pale face as she looks between us.
“I… sorry.”
“Sienna, wait!” Logan is cursing as he tries to zip himself up, but there’s no explaining away what our Soul Bonded just saw. She slips out of the room, but she can’t get far on her leg.
“Fuck,” I snap.
I reach out to help, but Logan slaps my hand away.
“I can do it,” he says shortly. He turns away from me, tidying himself up and shoving his hair away from his face, smoothing down the mess I made with my hands. Erasing me.
“She had to find out at some point,” I say quietly. I’m still on my knees, the taste of him still in my mouth as he strides towards the door. He looks back at me, and for the first time, I see disgust in his face.
“Not like this, she didn’t.”
42
SIENNA
Imove as fast as I can, needing to get away, needing to hide and process what the fuck I just saw. I guess I know why Gray was so quick to push me away, now. He already has someone.
Logan.
Tears blur my eyes as I stagger into my so-called nest.
My safe space.
What a joke.
Logan’s mural taunts me, the stars scattered against the far wall mocking in their beauty.
He didn’t do that for me. He did it just so they didn’t get pulled up by Ollena Hayward.
How many more fucking times?
It only takes a few minutes for them to find me. I’m curled up against the far corner of the too-big room, a blanket pulled over my head to try to create the soothing, contained environment that a nest should be.
I can’t stop crying.
“Sienna,” Logan says urgently. He tugs the covers down, away from my face, but I pull them back up with bared teeth.
“Leave me alone, Logan. Or have you come to really dig the knife in?”
Twist it a little more. Really shred my heart into ribbons, like what it’s been through already isn’t enough.
Now Gray kneels next to me, his chiseled face serious. “Please.”
That fucking, soul-damned pain is back with a vengeance, pulsing low, agonising waves in my stomach.
Everything just fucking hurts.
I turn away, into the wall, burying my face inside my blankets so I don’t have to look at the two alphas next to me.
And the worst thing? I’m not crying because I’m mad.
I’m breaking apart because I’mjealous.
