Page 80 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

Dad, are you home? I ask through the mind-link as we near the mansion.

Not yet. What’s wrong? he asks, concern clear in his voice. He’s probably still at the packhouse dealing with his duties; with all the extra stuff he has to do, work piles up fast.

We’ll talk when you’re home or tomorrow. It’s not that important, I say quietly.

Are you sure? Mom told me Sienna’s in heat. How are you holding up?

How do I tell him it’s fucking hard?

It’s always hard to see the person you love going through something that causes them pain. I know it’s hard on one’s self-control, but it’s not about you, but her. Be by her side, even if it’s just to hold her hand.

Thanks, I say simply.

He understands, and he’s right; I should be there. We reach the front door, and my wolf is already on edge, but we’re both severely weakened.

“Katara. What is going on?” Grandma asks the moment she opens the door and steps forward to take her from the guard.

“She was at a club; we need to get her help,” I say quietly. “How is Sienna?”

“She’s not doing so well. I checked in on her 20 minutes ago, but I’m going to go again…” Her voice fades away as a sudden wave of foreboding washes through me.

I stiffen as I brush past her, racing up the steps and down the hall to the bathroom.

I shove open the door, my heart almost stopping when I see her submerged beneath the water, eyes shut and barely breathing.

Time stands still as fear and panic flood through me. I’m by the bath in an instant, lifting her from the tub. My heart hammers at the sight of her blue lips.

Lightning flashes outside.

“Sienna!” I shout, my voice drowned out by the roaring thunder that splits the sky.

What Must Be Done

Jayce

Fuck, Sienna! Don’t you dare fucking leave me!

My heart slams against my ribs as I begin delivering sharp pumps to her chest, counting nothing. Someone rushes into the bathroom; they’re saying something, but it all blurs into a hum, the ringing in my ears overpowering everything.

The only thing that matters is bringing her back. The fear that I’m about to lose her as she lies here lifeless terrifies me.

I tilt her head back, pinch her nose, and press my mouth to hers, forcing air into her lungs as faint sparks dance through me. She’s still alive; the sparks are proof of that.

But that small shard of comfort does nothing to ease the ache in my chest.

Come on… Come on!

Panic claws up my throat. My wolf howls inside me, furious and desperate.

Why is nothing happening!?

I gather her limp body into my arms, refusing to accept it.

“She’s on her way,” someone says from behind me.

Who is? It’s going to be too late for Sienna.

The sky outside splits with the roaring thunder, and another blinding flash of lightning illuminates the bathroom. I look her over, my heart cracking as I pull her close. And without hesitation, my instincts take over. I don’t think as I sink my teeth into her neck, right where my mark sits.