“She’ll be okay.”
“He’s hurting her, though. You have to get her out.”
“He’snothurting her, baby,” Orion said. “He’d never hurt a woman, trust me. Just let them work it out.”
I had never been so angry at another human being in my life. “I’m getting my brother.”
“Not your brother’s business, Razzle.”
I pulled out my phone and texted him, despite Orion’s decree.
“Are you seriously gonna tattle to your brother every time we have a disagreement?”
“This,” I waved my hand between us, “is way beyond a disagreement,” I snapped. “And since I trust him above anyone else, I think it’s appropriate that I ‘tattle’ to him. If you’re not gonna help my friend, then he will.”
Heavy steps sounded on the stairs and my brother appeared like the badass savior he was. “What the fuck’s going on?”
“Wrath has locked himself in with Sierra,” I explained, calmly and withoutoverreacting. “She doesn’t want to be in there with him.”
“She needs to be locked down, Raquel,” Tristan said.
“She’s not a criminal.” I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms. “Get her out.”
Tristan banged on the door. “Wrath, brother, open the door.”
“Fuck off, Doc.”
“Proof of life, asshole, or I’m pulling rank.”
“Fuck you,” Wrath bellowed. “This isn’t your house.”
“Rank’s rank, and you know it.”
“Goddammit!”
The door flew open and I moved to walk in, but once again, Orion pulled me back. “Unhand me.”
“Baby, your girl’s good.” He nodded into the room.
“Sierra?” my brother asked, leaning in. “You good?”
“Come on out,” I directed.
Sierra slid off the bed and stalked toward me. “This man is an asshole.”
“Sierra’s going to sleep in my room.”
“Ah, no, she’s not,” Orion countered.
“Yeah. She is.”
“Raquel—”
“You can sleep with Wrath.”
“Jesus,” he hissed. “Don’t overreact.”
I scowled at him. “My best friend was accosted and locked in a room with a Neanderthal and you didn’t do anything to help her, but I’m the oneoverreacting?”
