Page 79 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

Her glass shatters to the ground, and the man startles, stepping back, his eyes widening. He isn’t much older than her, maybe eighteen at the most.

“Jayce, what are you doing here?” Katara asks as she almost loses her balance. The smell of alcohol and the distinct smell of chemicals make my eyes narrow. Did she take drugs?

Some people look our way but soon ignore it, returning to their dancing.

“What have you had?” I ask quietly before turning to the boy. “She shouldn’t have gotten so tipsy so fast.”

Fear flashes through his eyes, and I realise he isn’t a werewolf. “I… We smoked a bit… Look, we’re just friends.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” Katara corrects. I look at the boy, anger rippling through me. I don’t like the look of him; he looks like a fucking junkie.

“Not anymore,” I snarl. “Stay the fuck away from my sister.”

“YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE WHO I DATE!” Katara screams as she shoves me. She hasn’t got much force in her, but in my weakened state, she manages to get me to take a step back.

“We aren’t discussing this here. She’s fifteen, so she shouldn’t be here and definitely not with you,” I snarl at the boy. He shrugs, and it fucking irritates me that he seems to clearly know that.

“She’s old enough to make her own decisions, bro!” He moves forward as if ready to pull her away from me, but I grab him by the scuff of his jacket and lift him off the ground.

“Stay the fuck away from my sister,” I threaten before I drop him. “Consider this my first and last warning.”

“Jayce, you don’t get to decide that!” Katara shrieks. We’re drawing even more attention, and the drakaths’ screams are making my head pound. It’s getting worse. We need to get out of here.

“Dustin?” the woman who had helped me enter the club steps forward, confused. “Who is she?”

“Sorry, but I only came in here to get my sister.” I take Katara’s bag from her and, finding her purse, open it to find that she has some cash. I pull out the entrance fee and hold it out to the woman. “Sorry for using you.”

She looks upset, taking the money before she shakes her head and walks off. I look back at Katara, who is livid. She’s staring at the boy, who shakes his head, helpless.

“Jayce, I swear you better let me go!” she screams, her eyes blurring with tears as I drag her out of the club.

I’m about to fucking lose my shit when her next words make me stop. “I don’t want to go home! I don’t want to go back to the memories!”

I stare down at her, my heart thudding as she breaks into tears.

Sighing, I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly, and see that the boy has followed us. I glare at him. “Get the fuck out of here,” I say coldly, trying to control my rage.

He backs away, pale, before he turns and jogs off. I look down at Katara, kissing the top of her head as I rub her back while she cries her heart out.

She needs help, someone to talk to; she’s not coping well. Sienna was right.

I’ll talk to Grandma and Dad, see what they advise as soon as I can.

“Let’s go home,” I say quietly as I lead her away from the club.

“I’m sorry… I just… I don’t want to be home anymore,” she whispers when we walk into the trees. I’m not strong enough to carry her home.

“Maybe going to Aunty Kiara’s for a bit might help, or to Azura’s?” I suggest quietly.

She shrugs. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You are not a burden, Katara; you never were,” I say firmly. “Give me your phone. I’ll book us a taxi.”

“I’ll do it,” she mumbles, clutching her phone tightly.

I frown, but say nothing. We’ll talk about her clothes and her so-called boyfriend when she’s sobered up, and I feel better enough to think straight.

She’s fallen asleep by the time we reach home, and the taxi driver drops us a good mile away from home. I mind-link someone to bring some money for the ride before I carry her the rest of the way. Upon reaching the gates, I pass her over to one of the mated guards, ordering him to assist her home as I walk beside them.