His eyes flicker over to Logan, and he swallows. “Shit,” he slurs. “Where’s Tristan?”
“Here.” Leaning over, I smack him in the arm, hard. “Tris, wakeup.”
But he’s still and silent, and it’s not until we reach the outskirts of town, a few minutes from the Hub, that he stirs. “What happened?”
“Alicia,” I hiss. God, I hate that bitch with a fucking passion. I can’t wait for her to get her comeuppance. It’s so close, I can almost taste it.
Tristan jerks upright, his body sliding to the side until he pulls himself up, slapping at his cheeks with a curse. “Sienna.”
“I know,” I say grimly.
I just hope we get there in time.
4
TRISTAN
My chest is pounding as we stumble up the steps, a chaotic mess of staggering limbs as we all pelt for the courtyard.
The bottom drops out of my stomach as we follow the growing noise, retracing the steps we took at our first disastrous fucking Bonding Ceremony.
It sounds like—
“Screaming,” Logan mutters, his face leeching of color. “That’s screaming.”
I find a burst of energy, pelting past the others to burst through the double doors, my eyes scanning frantically for Sienna. Heads turn to me in the chaos ahead of us, the shouting and yelling bouncing off the pillars and hitting me like a brick.
The noise cuts abruptly, and I race forward, down the petal-strewn carpet to the group congregated in the middle of the room.
“Sienna,” I gasp, my head swinging to my father. “Where is she?”
Because she’s not in this room. There’s no trace of pink to be seen anywhere.
My dad’s face is more grim than I’ve ever seen it. He opens his mouth, but I’m blindsided by pain in my right cheek.
I go down with a crash, taking out a flower display that crashes to the floor. Gasping, I shake my head and look up, my eyes blind in the afternoon sunlight until a shadow looms over me.
“I willkillyou.”
John Michaels, Sienna’s father, looks down at me, his whole body vibrating. He looks as though he’s aged a decade since I last saw him, furious and shaking at our Bonding Ceremony.
“Get the fuck up,” he spits. “You spineless excuse for an alpha. Get up!”
I stagger to my feet, holding my hands out. “Wait.Please– where is Sienna?”
His face purples. “You know exactly where she fucking is!”
Nobody intercedes when he launches himself at me, his fist landing straight in my face. My head snaps back, a spike of pain erupting.
“Shit.” Bending over, I pinch the top, trying to stifle the blood I can feel dripping from my nose. “Enough,” I growl, shoving Sienna’s father back. We have too much to sort out for this to happen now. Later, I’ll put my hands behind my back and let him take all the hits he wants.
Jax steps forward, finally deciding to intercede. “Where is our Soul Bonded?” he demands. “Why isn’t she here?”
My dad pushes between us, holding his hand out as he looks back at me grimly. “We got your letter.”
My head spins. “What letter?” I demand. “I didn’t send a letter!”
My dad frowns. “The letter,” he says slowly, “announcing your Denial of Sienna Michaels.”
