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Home.
I rubbed my temple as I wondered exactly where home was.
That place where Finn had told me something that was proof he’d been lying to me for years?
Where I’d lost my baby on the kitchen floor?
The desire to go to him,my real home, hit me, but I didn’t have anything to say. Didn’t want to be held by him. Didn’t even want to look at him.
“I think I’m going mad,” I rasped.
“If you were, I don’t think any of us could blame you,” Savannah murmured.
Aela slipped her arm around my shoulders, and I tried not to cringe when I felt her baby bump rub up against me. “We got you, babe.”
“Do you want to come and stay with us?” Inessa offered.
I shot her a shaky smile. “Thank you, Nessa, but no.”
A chasm had made an appearance between Finn and me. Like a crack in the earth’s crust after a quake, I could feel it spreading. Staying with Nessa would only exacerbate that.
If I wanted my marriage to work, then I couldn’t run away. But how did I cope with what I was feeling? How did I purge myself of the poison that was killing us both?
I cleared my throat at the thought then, needing to change the subject, asked Savannah, “When’s your next article coming out?”
“Have you been talking to Jen?”
I blinked. “What?”
“Never mind.”
“I meant the Sparrows—”
“Don’t talk to me about the fucking Sparrows,” Aela spat. “I finally decided to get a workshop, and because of those bastards, Declan wants to choose it for me. He showed me this poky little place in the East Village. The man’s got no idea.”
Inessa snorted. “He’s protecting you. Not just from the Sparrows.”
Chills whispered down my spine. “Speaking of the Sparrows… You guys remember Callum O’Reilly?”
“That dude who’s gone missing? With the bitch for a wife?” Aela clicked her fingers. “Priestley? Thinks she’s God’s gift to womankind when she’s probably the reason he ran off?”
I had to smile at her description, but it died as I rasped, “Finn told me he was a Sparrow.”
“What?” Aela boomed.
Ears aching with her outburst, I muttered, “Calm down, Aela.”
“Your blood pressure,” Camille tutted.
“He’s a fucking Sparrow?!”
“Yes.” I swallowed. “Finn said that he’s the reason…” I couldn’t get my words out. “He told the Sparrows about our wedding. He’s why the drive-by shooting happened.”
None of the women had been there, but they shuffled nearer to me, as if that would take away my pain.
“Those scars are why you—”
“Can’t carry a baby to full term?” I answered Inessa. “That’s right.”
