Pure, shiny green with sheer fucking envy at how easily they touched each other. At the fucking love in Gray’s eyes as he stared up at Logan like he was the sun and the stars and every little piece in between.
At the way Logan held him, when I’ve had to beg and scrape for every little piece of attention they deign to offer up, the barest scraps not enough to stop the agony happening inside me.
I’ll never be enough, and the realization is breaking me.
Gray’s hand touches my shoulder and I flinch instinctively, a low, pained whine slipping out from between my lips.
“Sienna,” Gray murmurs hoarsely. “Please. Let us explain.”
I stay exactly where I am, wrapped up in the tiny comfort offered by the blanket. In fact, I think I’ll stay here until I die.
It’ll probably happen sooner rather than later, the way things are going.
There’s movement, and I choke as the blankets are pulled away and I’m deposited between two strong sets of arms. Logan and Gray press against me on either side, all of us sitting with our backs against the wall as Logan moves my legs around like a ragdoll.
I wipe my face with my arm abruptly, staring at the opposite, empty wall. “Happy now?”
“Not even a little,” Logan says quietly. “You deserve an explanation, Sienna.”
“Is this where you tell me it’s not me, it’s you? Again? Because that definitely looked like ayouthing.” My voice rings too high-pitched to pull off the snarky tone I’m aiming for, too shaky and fucking vulnerable, so I shut up, waiting for an explanation.
Aaaaaand… still waiting.
“This is the part where you talk,” I mumble.
Logan inhales, a soft sound echoing in the room. “I’m trying to work out where we should begin.”
“At the start would be good.”
It’s Gray who takes one for the team. “We’ve been… together, I guess, for a while.”
Is that a month? A year? “You’re not giving me much to work with here, you know.”
“I know.” Gray rubs the back of his neck. “It’s difficult to explain, because… we’ve never really defined it. Us, I mean.”
Ooo-kay. The sudden tension in the room is making me feel very awkward.
“You want me to leave?” I ask abruptly. “So you candefineit?”
“No!” Logan grabs my hand like he genuinely thinks I’m a flight risk. I look down at our entangled fingers, mine lying loose in his grip.
“Gray and I care about each other,” he says quietly. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t care about you too, Sienna.”
I can’t stop the slightly hysterical laugh that bubbles out of me. “Sure you do.”
“We do.” Gray takes my other hand. “We wanted an omega, Sienna. We wanted the Trials. We wanted you.”
My heart flops over, beating out a dangerously familiar pattern. “So… what happened?”
I’m trying to jam the puzzle pieces together in my head, but they don’t fit.
Gray and Logan exchange a glance over my head, and my shoulders tighten. “You told me I deserved an explanation.”
And if they’re serious about wanting me, then they’ll give it to me. I’m tired of stumbling around in the dark.
“Alicia… she had photos of us. Together.”
And itclicks.
