We’ve been killing her. Killing her, with our coldness, with our failure.
Every decision I’ve made has been slowly killing the girl who’s supposed to be our soulmate.
I cannot fall apart. My hands are shaking as I look Sienna’s mother, her father, in the face.
“I will find her. I will find her, and I will bring her home.”
And I will never, ever forgive myself.
5
GRAYSON
Logan’s hand feels firm in mine, the eyes on us filled with disgust.
“Ignore them,” he mutters. “It doesn’t matter, Gray.”
He’s right. It doesn’t matter. Now that I’m standing here, his hand in mine and our secret out, I couldn’t care less about the assholes who want to judge someone for wanting the same freedoms they take for granted every damn day.
All I care about right now is Sienna, and how the fuck we get her back from over the wall.
Tristan strides over to us, his jaw clenched as Jax throws questions at him.
“We’re leaving,” he says shortly. “Right now.”
As we move out, David catches up to us, grabbing Tristan by the arm. “Wait.”
“We can’t,” Tristan spins, pushing his dad back. “We’re leaving, dad. Sienna willdiewithout us. We can’t fuck around here any longer.”
Wait.What?
Logan looks as confused as I feel, but David nods. “We have a lot to talk about when you’re back. I’ll see what I can do here – Erikkson is missing, and we need to look at replacing him before Milo will support another vote on Sienna’s Denied status. I’ll try and send word if things change.”
Tristan shakes his head. “I don’t care about that. We need to be wherever she is.”
“She has a family here,” David says softly. “So do you, Tristan. All of you. So stay safe, and bring her home.”
I grab Tristan’s shoulder as we head out of the Hub at nearly a run. “Tristan - wait. What the fuck was he talking about?”
“You didn’t hear?” Jax asks, his tone furious as he stares at Tristan. “Soul Bonded omegas can’t survive without access to their mates. Sienna is dying. Unless we find her as soon as fucking possible, she willdie. Thanks to us and our shitty decision-making.”
I stagger back. “No - that’s not true.”
That can’t be fucking true.
My eyes swing between Tristan and Jax. When Tristan nods, confirming it, I lose my balance, and Jax drags me upright. “Fall apart in the car,” he snaps. “We’re going to get her. Right, Tristan?”
Tristan stops short, turning to us. His face is pale. “We’ll leave immediately. A quick run to the house for supplies. We don’t know how long it will take to find her.”
That’s if the traffickers don’t get to her first.
What the fuck have we done?
6
SIENNA
Agony.
