Page 86 of Shadow

Instead, I grabbed the knife I’d gotten back after the Adam ordeal and cut her name into my skin again. This time, on my neck. Just deep enough that I’d scar perfectly without it killing me. Although the way I was feeling now, I’d be fine with dying.

I was dead without her anyway.

I didn’t realize how much life she brought to me until I’d broken it off.

I stumbled into my bathroom and threw up in the toilet, my blood dripping on everything.

“Sirena,” I choked out as I slid back against the wall and cradled my head in my hands. “Siren….”

I’d drunk way too much tonight. I was still high as fuck.

Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back, the tears silently flowing.

Fuck it.

Tomorrow was another day. I had gotten what I wanted.

Bryce had fucking balls.

He really was more like us than he let on.

* * *

I awoke with a groan,Church’s boot nudging me.

“Get up,” he said in a gravelly voice.

“What’s wrong?” I mumbled amid another groan. Sleeping on the bathroom floor had been a terrible idea.

“Every-fucking-thing. Cady is pregnant.”

I shoved off the floor, sat up, and rubbed my eyes. I couldn’t have heard him correctly.

“What?” I asked.

“Cadence is pregnant. I made her take a test this morning. It’s positive. You need to come to the living room. Everyone is waiting. Don’t make me tell you again.” He turned to leave.

“Dante,” I choked out.

He paused and looked back at me.

“What about Sirena?” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I-I can’t?—”

“Just come to the living room, Sinclair. We’ll talk.” He left me there, closing the door behind him.

I sat stunned for a moment before staggering to my feet. Quickly, I brushed my teeth and washed my face before going back to my bedroom and tugging a dark t-shirt over my head. I changed my pants and went to the living room, my heart in my throat, to find the guys waiting for me.

And Cady.

She was hunched over, sobbing softly on the couch next to Ashes. He rubbed her back with one hand, and his other hand held his lighter. He was rapidly flipping the lid in a succession of fives.

Open. Close. Open. Close. Open. Close. Open. Close. Open. Close. Flame. Again.

I hadn’t faced Cady since the night shit happened. I avoided her in all things. It was one of the reasons I’d started using my window as an entry and escape. I only came out to eat in the middle of the night. I didn’t hang out with the guys. The party they’d thrown was a feeble way to get me back into the world. I went because I knew I had to look like I was making progress.

I wasn’t though.

I was so fucking sick from everything.

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