Her voice rises to a scream as she pulls against the chair. Tristan puts his hand on my arm. “Sienna,” he murmurs. “I don’t think we should be in here.”
I agree with him. But I hesitate as I turn to leave. “One second,” I whisper, holding my hand out. “Just… just wait.”
I approach Alicia carefully, stopping around a foot away as she mumbles.
“Alicia,” I say steadily. “Do you know who I am?”
Her eyes slide to mine and then away. “Little omega bitch,” she whispers. “You took him away from me.”
“I didn’t take him away from you.” I step closer. “He was never yours, Alicia.”
She hisses at me. “He was,” she snarls. “He’s still mine.”
I feel Tristan shift behind me, ready to intervene, but I hold my hand out.
“This is the last time you will see him,” I murmur. “We’re going home now, Alicia. Back to our home, to a life that you willneverbe part of. After today, you will never be mentioned in our lives again. Do you understand me?”
Alicia snarls. “You’re lying,” she cries. “Tristan loves me.”
She twists her wrists so hard inside her chains that I worry they might snap. I stare at her. She really, truly believes that Tristan is hers.
Turning away, I take Tristan’s outstretched hand. “Goodbye, Alicia.”
She screams Tristan’s name, but he doesn’t look back.
As we leave, I look at the guard. “She needs help. Proper, medical help, from a professional.”
He nods. “Health Elio is overseeing her case.”
“Good. That’s… good.”
Tristan holds my hand tightly until the door closes behind us, and he pulls me into his arms. I bury my face in his chest.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly. He understands. He doesn’t have to say it.
I don’t know what I thought I’d get out of this. But it doesn’t feel like a victory.
It just feels sad.
“Let’s go home.” It’s time to move on, just as I told Alicia.
52
GRAY
The beta working on installing our security turns to me as I walk up. “All done?”
He nods, pointing out the new cameras attached to the gate. “All remote controlled. They can link up to your phone, too.”
I pull it out. “Show me.”
I’m not taking any more chances with Sienna’s safety, not after the events of the last few weeks.
As the security crew leave, my phone buzzes in my hand. My brows draw together as I take in the name of the person calling.
Answer me, asswipe.
I definitely didn’t put that number in. But I’m also not going to let it go to voicemail. With a slight cringe, I put it to my ear. “Jessalyn. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
