Page 67 of Knot Enough
“You’re shaking,” she sneered. “Scared?”
“Of a roach? No,” I hissed.
I’d watched my mate bleed for this bitch’s crimes. Now it’s her turn. She laughed.
“Where’s Grimm? There’s been a misunderstanding,” she swore.
There’s a bang, and Lena stands in the frame. She froze when she spotted her sister. A million emotions flashed across her face, and I took it all in. Grief, trauma, fury, jealousy. The spell was broken, and Lena rushed forward, throwing herself on top of the roach and shielding her. From me.
Her body trembled, her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. She turned to it.
“Why did you kill him?” she whispered. The room went still, but her expression didn’t change.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Valerie whimpered as she played the victim.
“I know about everything, Val. Don’t bother lying to me,” Lena asked, her voice shaking. Her sister dropped the facade and looked at me. Jealousy morphed her features.
“They rejected me. I wanted them, and if I couldn’t have them, no one else could,” she said, shrugging nonchalantly.
“And Lennox?” I whispered.
“If he couldn’t see I was doing them a favor in getting rid of the omega in the way, then he could die too.”
And there it is. The truth. No apology. I watched Lena’s shoulders lift, then fall, like the weight of the question crushed her.
“Lena,” Oak murmured, offering her a hand. “Come to me.”
She shook her head, then turned. Her eyes dilated.
“What are you doing?” The accusation directed at me stung, but I was no stranger to her hate.
This bitch had cost us everything. She’d cost me Lena.
No. That was all me.
I fucked up, but all that guilt, shame, and anger festered to a boiling point—and she was going to burn.
Axel stood in the corner staring between the two sisters. Grimm walked in, shirtless, but my eyes locked on his mark. Fuck.
Valerie scoffed and pushed Lena away. “You fucked her? This useless, fat bitch?”
With my next breath, I backhanded her. She hit the wall with a loud thud. Lena screamed, moving away.
I remain silent.
With the roach knocked out, Lena turned to me.
“Tell me what happens now,” she whispered.
“We take her home.” My words are a slap in the face. I see the way she curls in on herself.
“And do to her what you did to me?” She shudders.
“No.”
“Is there any way I can stop you?” I don’t answer because we both knew. Instead, I reached down and grabbed the roach’s ankle. Kane stepped forward and took a knee.
“What do you want me to do, Lena? Tell me what you need,” he rasped. Oak pulled her into his arms.
