Page 29 of Rebellion

This time, Colm shot his gaze at her and she gulped. Was he... was he blaming her?

Oh, God.

“You better not be blaming Sofia,” Sacha said in a low, warning voice.

Why did it always feel like she was on the edge of disaster? As though her world was only one word away from imploding.

“Of course I don’t blame Sofia,” Colm replied. “Why would I blame Sofia? What I want to know is why that fucking asshole was hired in the first place?”

“I’ll sort things.”

Colm nodded. She got the sense that he wanted to say something else but held back. Turning to her, those blue eyes studied her piercingly. She felt like he could see right into her soul.

She held her breath, her gaze caught by his. Viktor cleared his throat, breaking whatever spell she’d been in.

Colm gave her a subtle nod before leaving.

What did that mean?

“Viktor, can you take Sofia out to the car? I’ll be there shortly.”

7

Twenty minutes later, they were on their way home. Viktor was driving and Sacha raised the privacy screen.

She had another blanket over her. One that he kept in his car for her.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m warm, thanks.”

Sacha sighed. “Not what I asked,Kotyonok.”

“I’m... I don’t know. I don’t know how I am. I still feel numb.” She clenched her hands together. “I keep thinking about it. Seeing it happen. Hearing that noise as the bat hit his—I’m going to be sick!”

He immediately tapped on the privacy screen. Viktor pulled over as Sacha undid her belt and dragged her from the car. Just in time, since she couldn’t hold the nausea back any longer. She vomited up everything she had in her stomach.

Which wasn’t much, admittedly.

When she was done, Sacha cleaned her face with some wet wipes before picking her up and carrying her back to the car.

He settled her into the car, even buckling her in.

Crap. That just reminded her of Colm doing the same thing. She couldn’t help but wish that he was here with her.

“You’re staying in the house with me tonight.”

So he could keep an eye on her. She’d fought for her own place, for some form of independence.

But tonight, she thought that staying near Sacha might not be a bad idea.

Not that she likely had a choice.

“You can stay in your old room. You still have everything you need there?” he asked.

“Yes. I have clothes and toiletries.” She wrapped her hand around her wrist and turned it.

Round and round until the friction started to burn.

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