I stepped out from the bathroom, and they all straightened, approaching me with anxious expressions.
I held up my hand to stop them, and amazingly, they slowed.
“I . . .” I couldn’t continue; the words stuck in my throat. “I killed her.” I licked my lips. “I could have stopped. Or tied her up or something.” I kept shaking my head. “I killed an Omega.”
“Briar,” Elias murmured.
I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle the dry sob. Elias exhaled, and I was in his arms before I could blink.
“You’re okay, Briar.” He rubbed my back. He was so warm. I clasped onto him, clinging.
“You were so brave, baby,” Kyan murmured, his hand cupping the side of my face.
Their acceptance caused a visceral relief that weakened my knees. Elias held me tighter, rubbing my back. I gasped against his chest, overwhelmed, but no tears came.
“I’ll be back,” Sinclair whispered and kissed the top of my head.
“Where are you going?” I hated the uncertainty in my tone.
His smile widened.
“To get rid of the—” I tensed, and his mouth pursed. He leaned down to kiss me on the lips. “Don’t worry, my sweets, no one will find a bone.” He winked and trailed away.
Kyan shook his head at Sinclair’s retreating back.
Meanwhile, I gawked. “We’re not calling the authorities?”
Kyan squeezed my hand, and Elias tilted my chin up.
“Want some hot chocolate?” he asked. Without waiting for my answer, he lifted me into his arms. I gasped, finding myself cradled against his chest. He strode down the stairs, easily carrying me.
“Some hot chocolate sounds nice.”
He smiled, a glint in his gaze.
Chapter 57
Isat in front of the blazing fire. Elias was running his hand through my hair, fiddling with the ends.
Hours ago, I thought I was going to die. Since then, their comforting presence had soothed me.
Kyan and Sinclair had been gone for a while. When Kyan came inside a few minutes later, his face was incredibly pale. He shared a look with Elias.
“What?” I mumbled, wanting in on the secret.
“Just Sinclair . . . being Sinclair.”
“That could mean so many different things.”
“Has he always had a . . .”
“The attention span of a gnat?” Kyan muttered.
“Worse.” Elias put exaggeration in his horrified tone. “Much worse.”
I raised an eyebrow, and they read the question on my face.
“You’ll learn it yourself.” Kyan tucked my hair behind my ear.
