Page 31 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

“Turn around, Captain. And tell me, what did you do? What inflicted this wound?”

“A lightning bolt,” I say quietly, needing her to understand how severe this was.

She tuts. “The power of Zeus… Well, I will try my best, but if I am unable to heal her, you should make arrangements to have her sent back to England, where the Blessed Wolf can heal her. She must have been unconscious for a while, and she’s becoming weak.”

Why the fuck did Alejandro or Ahren not check in on her?

“How is that possible when I have marked her? As the mate of someone touched by a god, she should not be affected like this,” I state coldly.

“Captain Jayce, I know not why this has happened, but now isn’t the time to question it. And I can see you are not marked. A bond not completed is not whole. I am simply a witch, but that is my assumption, anyway,” she replies cuttingly. She’s moving around, and I can smell a mix of herbs. Ignoring the order to turn away, I turn back to see her applying something strong to the burning skin.

Sienna whimpers, and I walk over to her, crouching beside the bed. I place my hand on her forehead. “Is there nothing that can be done to ease it?” I ask, hating how I find myself taking hold of her hand and gripping it as if somehow I can give her strength.

My wolf is restless and worried, and I’m worried because I’m the cause of this.

“I am trying my best; can you not see? Wolves…” Korina mutters grimly.

I frown as I stand up. “I’ll be back,” I say before leaving swiftly.

Uncle Alejandro is still out. Fuck.

Ahren.

I walk through the barracks, stopping when I reach Ahren’s room and knock. “Ahren?” I call.

“Mm,” he replies, his voice raspy.

“Open the door,” I command.

“Again with the commands? Really, Jayce?” he mutters before pulling open the door. He’s shirtless, and I look at his shoulder, but there’s no injury…

“What is it?” he asks.

“It’s Sienna.”

Five minutes later, Ahren and I are both back in the infirmary. Korina has placed a sheet over her lower half and raises her top to show Ahren part of her injury.

“How big is it?” Ahren asks, frowning.

“From her left breast to her lower abdomen,” I answer without thinking.

He glances at me, arching a brow before he nods.

“What should we do?” I ask quietly.

He glances at me, touching his own shoulder. “I healed, albeit it took longer than usual,” he muses.

Korina is humming a spell, and I can see Sienna’s wound become brighter. We both stay quiet, letting her work until she stops after a few moments.

“The essence of the lightning is still inside her,” she says quietly. “Perhaps it has to do with your bond, incomplete or… I’m not sure, but I do think you are the one who can heal her.”

She’s looking at me, and I turn to Sienna’s trembling form, staring at the faint white glow pulsing beneath her skin like a storm trapped beneath her fragile flesh.

“Leave us.” My words are tense and cold as I stare down at Sienna’s abdomen.

Ahren studies me for a moment but says nothing, and when the door finally closes behind them, I step closer to the bed, slowly crouching down beside it. For a moment, I take in the way her lashes rest against her cheeks.

At the soft rise and fall of her chest.