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“But Hershey’s chocolate is home.” I was about to argue but paused, realizing he was right. He brought back pieces of home with him. It was so incredibly thoughtful it made me want to cry. “How do you feel, baby?”

I cleared my throat, not wanting to appear too emotional.

“I feel incredible. Thank you… And you?”

Satisfied with his cleaning job, he threw the wet rag onto the floor and climbed back on the bed before pulling me into a hug and tucking me into him.

“Same. You were spectacular.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. “Maybe I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”

I chuckled, but there was anxiety behind it, and Ty must have sensed it because, with a lopsided grin, he said, “You will. And if you don’t, I’ll be here to chase any and all nightmares away. Worse comes to worst, we’ll fuck all night.”

“So romantic,” I croaked at his crude words and offered him my water. He shook his head, took the bottle, and set it back down.

He shrugged. “If it’s necessary to chase those nightmares away, fuck romance and just fuck me.”

“What if I become addicted to sex?” I challenged, placing my head down against his chest. His heart beat strong and steady while mine still trembled in my chest.

“I’ll be here to satisfy that addiction,” he answered, pulling the blanket over me and tucking it around me.

Leave it to Tyran to have such a comeback while taking care of me after sex.

Time stretched in the quiet of the bedroom suite. Tyran stroked my head, over and over, his touch firm but gentle.

I found it soothing and comforting. But despite the fatigue settling in my bones, I found myself resisting sleep.

His one arm around me tightened. “What’s wrong?”

I jerked my head and looked anywhere but at him.

“Nothing. I’m…” He waited for me to finish my thought, but I couldn’t quite get the words out.

“Sienna?” He stopped stroking my head and took my chin between his fingers. My breathing hitched as our gazes caught. “What is it?”

My fingers twisted the edge of the blanket.

I didn’t know how to word what was wrong. Or maybe I just didn’t like the idea of putting my dark thoughts into words. Maybe it made it all too real while I wanted to pretend everything that happened never did.

“Sienna…” he growled, although it wasn’t threatening. More concerned.

“I just feel so… angry. And scared. But mostly angry.” My fingers trembled and I tightened my grip on the blanket. “At myself. At those men who… hurt me. Even at Sophie.”

“At Sophie?” he repeated slowly, and I realized he didn’t know her.

“That’s my stepdad’s cousin. She’s married now.”

“Yeah, I know who she is and who she’s married to. Kian Cortes.”

I didn’t question how he knew that. It didn’t matter.

“I know it’s not her fault. She feels terrible about it, but it just makes me so mad.”

“I’m killing all those men one by one,” he said slowly while his eyes bored into me. “Want me to kill Sophie too?”

“God, no.” I gasped, shaking my head. “I just want to get rid of… this anger, fear. All of it.”

He nodded, and somehow I sensed he actually did understand exactly what I was feeling. Maybe even better than I did.