She nods at Jax. “Creepy stalker asswipe.”
To Jax’s credit, he doesn’t blink, offering her a lazy smile. “Wildcat. How’s our girl this morning?”
Her lips tighten. “Fine.”
She can’t lie for shit.
If we’re going to get anywhere near our Soul Bonded, we need Jessalyn on board.
I shift on my feet. “Jessalyn. We really, really need to talk to Sienna.”
She waves her finger at me, her lip curling. “Don’t even think about it. I’m not out here for you, you son of a bitch.”
Then she blanks me completely, turning to Emmett. “We need to do another run.”
I’m lost, but Emmett nods. “’Course.”
“A run for what?” Jax asks curiously, and she shoots him a glare. “Bullets. How fast can you run, Jax?”
“With you behind me? Like a fucking racehorse.”
We don’t have time for this.
“Please, Jessalyn,” I push. “We’ll wait as long as we need to, but Sienna is running out of time.”
The stare she gives me is almost glacial. “I know that. What the hell do you think we’re doing here?”
Turning back to Emmett, she jerks her head towards the truck parked to the side of the building. “Come on. I don’t want to leave her alone for long.”
“Wait,” I interrupt. “We can go. If it’s something for Sienna, we’ll go.”
Maybe it’s an opportunity, But I don’t want to barge into her space when she hasn’t asked for us. This, we cando.
I can see Jess wavering. “Let us do this. That way, you can stay with her. We’ll make sure we get whatever you need.”
She sniffs. “Fine.”
I reach out for the piece of paper in her hand. My heart flips over as I scan the detailed list. “She needs all of this?” I ask, looking up. Jess nods as Jax cranes in to scan the list over my shoulder, a low curse escaping his mouth.
“Is it helping?” Jax asks, and I can see the answer in her eyes, in the slump of her shoulders as she turns away.
“Don’t leave anything off,” she shoots over her shoulder as she walks back to the building.
Emmett scans us. “The town is that way,” he says, pointing to a track leading away from us. “Around a thirty-minute drive.”
My hands clench on the list as I nod. “Tell Gray and Lo we’re going,” I say shortly to Jax. “It’s better if they stay here. I don’t want her to think we’ve all left.”
He leaves without argument, and I head over to our truck, digging my keys out of my pocket.
At least this way I’m doing something.
19
SIENNA
I’m hacking my guts up over the toilet when frantic hands land on my shoulders. “Sienna!”
I can’t stop retching, the dark, bloody bile spattering against the white basin.
