Chapter 145

Sienna

I couldn’t breathe.

I sat there on Damon’s lap, feeling the world tilt beneath me, as if everything I knew, everything I believed, had been ripped out from under my feet.

And to make matters worse, I did not know how to explain the feeling that I had. All I knew was this. It was more painful than I could actually imagine, and I knew that Damon saw it in my eyes. He saw it, despite me being quiet, that I was in pain.

A sister.

Delilah was my sister.

A sister who wanted me dead. A sister that has been trying to play me.

The idea of her appearing at the park the way that she did, her eyes meeting mine, the way that she glared, her hate and her anger, I saw it all in her eyes.

I buried my face against Damon’s chest, trying to find some grounding in his warmth, in the steady thud of his heart against my ear. My tears had soaked through his shirt by now, but he didn’t move. He just held me tighter, his arms like an anchor in a