I caught her retreating hand.“Thank you for taking care of me, Camila.”
She squeezed my fingers.“My pleasure, Sia.”She chin-pointed at the soup.“Now, eat.”
Chapter Sixteen—Can I show you something?
Jake
While I cut the TV out of its box, Sile sat on Sienna’s couch.“She needs to know what’s going on.”
This morning, she’d looked brittle, buried under layers of clothes while her teeth had been chattering.When she’d fallen asleep, she’d curled deep in my arms, and I could still feel the imprint her warm curves had left against my body.
I measured and leveled the wall mount brackets.“I’ll wait until she gets better.Pass me the screen.”
When he hefted the TV close to the wall, I screwed the articulating arms on one side and rounded to his other side to do the same.After testing the screen tilts and rotation, I signaled Sile, and we both stepped back.
“Cam said you stayed in her bed with her this morning.Guess when she’s asleep her eyes are closed.”
I swiped my hand over my face.“All my life, all I’ve ever wanted was to make Morrison suffer.Make him watch while I destroy everything he cared about.”
“Mission accomplished there.”
“When are you going to stop being pissed?”
“When I stop being pissed.”He jerked his chin.“Cam should be there when we tell her.”
“Agreed.”
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Sienna had gone backto sleep.Cam, Sile, and I were at the kitchen table while I filled Cam in on Zook’s file on Sienna.
She gaped and slumped back in her chair.“Her own father groomed her for her organs.There must be a special pit of Hell for people like him.”Fury threaded her tone.“And this ass-sucker waited for her mother to die.”She vaulted out of her chair, slapped her hands on the table, and slanted in.“You two keep her away from that evil bitch.You understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sile replied.
Her gaze slid to me.She opened her mouth, but a text came through.I read it and got to my feet.“Fuck.”