Likely to bring you in to punish you for what you’ve done.

She’d come here to say goodbye to her friends. The last few days, they’d fussed over her, trying to feed her, horrified over her lingering bruises.

But she was mostly healed after four weeks. She had some experience with blocking pain.

It was fitting to come back here.

Full circle.

“You best not be thinking about doing what I think you’re going to do.”

The voice startled her.

How had she not heard him?

“You move quietly for such a big guy,” she told him without turning.

She tried not to react, but this was a problem. She couldn’t go back with them. She was too cowardly to face a trial. But she also didn’t want them to see do this.

Turning, she took them in hungrily.

They looked tired. Worn and unkempt. Salem had a beard which was damn hot. Roman’s hair had grown longer and there were dark marks under his eyes.

Alexei had let his facial hair grow too. And there was so much anger in his face that it made her heart skip a beat. He was the one who had spoken and he took a step forward.

“Don’t come any closer.”

He took another step and she moved back.

“Alexei,” Salem warned.

“No,” he said. “I’m not going to listen to her. She doesn’t get a say in this. Her time to think is over.”

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to hurt any of you. But I can’t go back.”

“Why not?” Roman asked. “Do you not love us anymore?”

“What? No! Of course I do. That doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Coming back to live with us, to be ours, doesn’t have anything to do with loving us?” Salem asked.

She ran a hand tiredly over her face. When was the last time she’d slept for more than an hour or two at a time?

“I still love you. That’s why I’m doing this.”

“That makes so much fucking sense,” Alexei said sarcastically.

So angry.

And it’s all your fault.

“I can’t face a trial,” she told them. “I’m sorry. I know I’m a coward.”

“What trial?” Salem asked.

Huh?

“For all the things that I’ve done,” she explained.