Page 104 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

Ahren cocks a brow as I feel an ache in my chest. Not the best time to think about it, but I fear what might have happened to it.

“I’ll get the first aid box,” Dad says as he motions for me to take Ahren to the lounge.

“I’ll go grab some of my herbs,” Sienna says as she hurries upstairs.

Ahren groans as I help him to the sofa. Once he’s sitting down, he pulls off his shirt, and I look at what looks like a broken blade embedded in his ribs.

“Why the fuck didn’t you pull that out?” I ask.

“I can’t grab it; it’s spelled.” He gives me a scathing glare as if that’s obvious.

“Let me,” Sienna says.

She’s back, but she’s no longer wearing her jacket; the corset top she’s wearing accentuates her tiny waist and ample breasts. Power move.

I walk over to the window, itching to reach for a cigarette, but the disappointment in her eyes when she saw me smoking… that fucking returns. Plus, Grandma would fucking kill me if I smoked inside. Even though I know Theo still did.

“Want me to yank it out?” Dad asks.

“Go right ahead. If you can, I couldn’t,” Ahren says, his voice strained.

I watch as Sienna hovers over him; she crushes some herbs in her hand as Dad’s aura swirls around him as he reaches for the blade. I watch from beside the window as Dad gets a grip on the blade and yanks it out.

Sienna grimaces as Ahren groans, but I see the broken piece in Dad’s hand as he puts it down on the bandage he had taken out. Sienna moves forward, placing the herbs where blood is dripping out of him.

“Don’t get it on Grandma’s couch; she will kill you,” I remark, leaning against the wall.

“You’re annoying as hell,” Ahren groans, and I notice Sienna hiding a smile.

I fucking told her what I feared. Fuck.

“It’s healing,” she says softly as she crouches beside Dad, her hands glowing.

“That’s pretty impressive,” Dad says to her with a gentle smile.

“Healing isn’t my strong suit,” she admits, a strand of her hair falling in front of her face.

As if realising I’m watching, she looks up, and I step away from the wall.

“Well, it’s been a long night; I’m going to head to bed,” I state, walking towards the hallway.

She’s watching me, but I refuse to make eye contact as Dad gives a curt nod.

“Goodnight,” she says softly.

I don’t respond and head upstairs. Entering the bathroom, I grab my toothbrush, staring at my reflection as I begin brushing my teeth.

A primordial may have killed Mom… But why? What did killing Mom achieve?

I look down, the ache in my chest intensifying. I let her die; I fucking failed her. I splash my face before switching the tap off and heading out of my room and down the hall to my bedroom. Entering, I pull off my jacket and top. I drop onto the bed and stare at the ceiling, a frown on my face.

Tonight was fucking unexpected. From the shit that went down with Sienna and me, learning Enzo’s full name, learning about the primordial, how our wolves are being taken from us. Every single thing holds a lot of fucking weight, and yet it’s her that keeps crossing my mind, her face that lingers in my mind. The look in her eyes as she spoke those words.

“It makes you anything but a coward.” She’s delusional… and yet she spoke so earnestly. “You gave me a reason to breathe when it felt like I was suffocating. You made me smile when it hurt just to exist. You loved me at my lowest.”

I still fucking love you, and I hate it.

I close my eyes, massaging my temples when the door opens. I smell her before she even speaks. “You should knock before entering someone’s room,” I say without opening my eyes.