Page 4 of Sinful

God, she was broken.

She won’t be able to come back from this.

It was a thought I couldn’t get out of my head. She retreated into the dark recesses of her mind. She’d be gone. Out of reach from even Asylum.

Nausea twisted in my guts like an angry serpent.

“You have to come back,” I whispered. “I haven’t gotten to tell you everything, Siren.” A tear trickled down my cheek, and I hastily wiped at it. I wasn’t a crier. Or hadn’t been before all of this. A rustling outside her door had me removing my hand from hers, the cold from her touch making me ill. Hastily, I wiped at my eyes again.

Stitches entered the room, his attention focused solely on her.

“Angel,” he murmured, his voice rough as he came to her. He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face and studied her for a long time before he looked to me. “Anything?” There was so much hope in his voice it broke my heart.

I shook my head, hating my answer. “Nothing.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he nodded his head. “OK. Yeah. I-I guess I expected that.”

He sat in the chair opposite me and took her hand in his. Neither of us said anything for a long time until he broke the silence.

“We found Bryce in the woods.” He launched into telling me everything he knew about Sirena and the rabbit, ending it with Bryce being brought in.

“They think he’s going to make it?” I asked, my mind filled with all sorts of shit regarding the rabbit.

Fucking hell. Things needed to come out about that shit.

“He’ll be fine. He’s busted up, but they’re working on him. He lost a lot of blood, but you know how Church can get.” He visibly swallowed. “How we can all get.”

I looked away from him and stared out the small window. It was dark. Snow was falling again. I hated the snow. There was just so fucking much of it in Northern Michigan.

“Where’s Asylum?” I asked finally.

“I don’t know. He helped bring Bryce in and left. Said he’d be back. Didn’t ask where he was going. Guess I didn’t really care.”

Sounded about right.

I glanced at Sirena. “What’s the plan? She can’t stay here. If Sully comes back—”

“She’ll stay the night here.” Church came into the room, Ashes behind him. Both crowded Sirena. I was forced to move away to make room for them. I backed against the wall, watching while they all doted on her.

“And tomorrow?” I asked after a long moment.

“She’ll come home. Ashes is going to take Stitches and make preparations for her at home. I’ll remain here with her.” Church kissed her forehead while Ashes held her hand. All the guys were covered in blood. Based on what I knew, Bryce hadn’t fared well out in those damn woods.

Stupid asshole.

“You can leave.” Church straightened and looked at me, his voice hard. Despite knowing his level of anger, I remained against the wall.

“I don’t want to,” I said softly. “I’d like to stay—”

“Go, Sinclair,” Church growled. “You’re done here.”

“Dante, man, come on,” I pleaded, stepping forward. I hated being this pathetic sack of shit, but I’d learned some rather hard lessons as of late.

“Sin, just go home, OK?” Ashes said before Church could snap at me. “Get some rest. You’ve been with her for hours. Let Church take over. Go make sure Asylum isn’t doing something stupid. You can come back later. Promise.”

I swallowed hard before glancing to Church. A muscle popped along his jaw as he glared back at me, but he didn’t say I couldn’t. It was the best I was going to get, so I nodded and stepped forward. I paused at the side of her bed and stared at her for a moment, all the pain in the world constricting my chest.

I wanted to find who hurt her too and choke the life out of him.

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