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“Why were you always back so late?” She looked up at me with curious eyes.

Searching mine for the truth.

“I’ll tell you everything in the morning.” Another promise.

I would tell her everything. I had to. There was no other choice. By this time tomorrow evening, she would be entering the wolf’s den regardless of whether she knew the truth or not. I only hoped she would accept everything I had to say and not run away once I was done talking.

I turned to exit the bedroom, picking up my gym bag as I reached the door.

“Colby?” Her voice carried across the dark room, and I could see the silhouette of her body sitting upright when I glanced back over my shoulder. “I’m not afraid.” She paused. “Whatever it is, whatever you’ve done… I’m-I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Sienna's attempt at reassurance meant nothing when I knew there was still a good chance she would change her mind once I told her the truth.

Until she confessed to loving me, our relationship was a grenade, just waiting for someone to pull the pin and throw it away.

I didn’t respond. Instead, I left the room and shut the door behind me.

Chapter 22

Sienna

I remembered that nightbehind Fallout vividly.

The man who was grinding up against me on the dance floor before escorting me out into the back alley.

His hand creeping up my leg even though I told him no and attempted to push him away.

Colby’s eyes when he exited the shadows that kept him hidden from view.

The look of anger and betrayal before he stabbed his knife through the man’s throat, spraying his blood and killing him instantly.

He still hadn’t brought that night up once.

Was he bothered by what happened? Worried that I saw him differently for what he had done? Did he believe I was scared of him or feared what he would do if I left?

That night had replayed in my head on repeat, and my impression of him never changed. I didn’t know why, but for some strange reason, seeing him that unhinged, with blood covering his hand and streaked throughout his hair…

It turned me on—a protector in his element right before my eyes.

I should have been mortified; any sane woman would have. But I wasn’t, and I didn’t know if that made me all the more fucked up for it.

Would he see me differently if he knew exactly how I felt that night? If he knew the dark thoughts that ran through my head as I imagined holding that knife myself instead.

“Oh, Sienna…” I sighed, grabbing a pillow and covering my face with it, inhaling my husband’s comforting scent of teakwood and leather.Fuck, I love how good he smells.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind when it came to my burning desire for Colby. He could be a deranged serial killer, and I’d still want him just as bad.

“Oh god, woman, you’ve really gone off the deep end, haven’t you?” I groaned into the plush pillow before rolling onto my side and tucking it under my head.

I reached forward and picked up my phone from the bedside table, checking the time. Eleven. Had it really been over two hours since he left already? His show would have ended at ten, meaning he would be home soon, that is unless he had to stay behind for other reasons.

Searching through my recent contacts, I found Chyler’s number. Staring at my screen, I debated texting her. I knew she hoped I wouldn’t ever need her, but I just wanted to be reassured that I was making the right decision—that I wasn’t losing my mind over an unhinged man I had just met and married in a single night.

Me: Chyler…

A few minutes passed after I sent the message, and I dropped my phone on the bed with a deep sigh of defeat. She was probably ignoring me, cutting ties just as I did with Lily. I wouldn’t blame her for wanting to leave her life here behind; I sure as shit did it when I had the chance.

My phone vibrated on the bed, and I quickly picked it up to see a new text from Chyler on the lock screen.

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