Gray swallows. “Yeah.”
“We did that.” I jab a finger into his chest and then mine. “Us. We could have made the whole thing so much better for her, Gray. We were too wrapped up in our own fucking stupid problems, and now she—,”
My knees hit the floor of the forest, the pain rocketing through my chest a sledgehammer as I try to catch my breath. Gray drops down next to me, his hands reaching out and cupping my face.
“We’ll fix this,” he vows. He presses our foreheads together, our breathing ragged and disjointed. “Nothing is going to happen to Sienna, Logan. I swear it.”
“You can’t,” I whisper. “We did this to her. It’s already done.”
And we can’t take it back. Every single bad decision we’ve made has brought us here, to our judgment. And Sienna is paying the price for our mistakes.
“She lost everything because of us.” Shifting away from him, I stare out into the forest. “Her family, her home. We’re supposed tobeher home, Gray. And all we’ve given her is pain.”
He moves until he’s next to me, our arms brushing together.
“I don’t even know where to begin,” I admit. My voice shakes as I voice it. “How do we even start to fix this?”
Gray’s jaw is tight as he lifts my hand, gripping it tightly between both of his. “We keep trying. We don’t give up. We didn’t fight for her before, Lo, and now we have to give it everything.”
We don’t give up.
“Whatever it takes,” I whisper, and he nods. “Whatever it takes.”
17
SIENNA
My ceiling has a crack that’s shaped like a dick.
I can’t stop staring at it. Have been for hours, unable to get to sleep. My stomach is burning, the pain running around my right side and into my back.
Jess stirs next to me. I’m in the bed and she refused to share, saying I needed rest, but she’s been up and checking on me every hour without fail.
My eyes flick to hers as her tousled head appears, and her lips thin. “Does it hurt?”
Hesitating, I nod. Jess chews on her lip before she follows my eyes up to the ceiling. “Is that a dick?”
I can’t stop the snort that comes out. “Right? It really, really looks like one.”
“Kind of crooked, though.” Jess tips her head to the side. “I haven’t seen one in so long I’d nearly forgotten what it looked like.”
My laugh sounds rusty in the darkness. “Remember when you made Jonny Vega show you the goods?”
She sniffs. “We were eight. It was not an accurate impression.”
“I was so grossed out,” I cackle. “And he swung it round like a helicopter.”
Jess starts to shake next to me. “He was so proud!”
My laughter trails off, and Jess’s hand finds mine in the dark. “Are you thinking about them?”
I press my lips together. “Not if I can help it.”
I’m trying really, really fucking hard not to think of the Cohen pack at all. It helps that we’re not under the same roof. I think I’d go mad if I could pick up their scents.
But I’m still aware of them, very fucking aware that they’re so close and not here.
Jess stands, shifting and moving to the window. She pulls the curtain back, staring out into the yard. “Huh.”
