Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 270

Damon:

I wrapped my arm around Sienna, pulling her to my chest, feeling her racing heartbeat, her fear, and her pain.

And though I didn’t speak, I felt it too.

That pull in the air. That twisting silence. The kind of quiet that didn’t belong in this world. A mist that smelled of lavender and rot crept down the hall just seconds before it vanished, and I ran.

“Are you okay?” I whispered, and she shook her head.

“How could she be here? Of all people, how could she be here?” She asked, lowering her voice to above a whisper. I frowned as I looked at her, trying to understand what it was that she was talking about, who she was referring to. But the fear in her eyes told me that something bad must have happened. Else she wouldn’t be as scared.

Delilah stood by the window, her back pressed to the wall like she was trying not to collapse. Like she was trying to contain herself, try to understand what was going on.

“What the hell happened?” I said, looking at my mate for a moment before looking at both Lysandra and Delilah.

Delilah’s eyes snapped to mine. “She was here. The last person that we would have thought to see, she was here.” “Who?”

Her voice cracked. “Tatiana. Marissa, whatever name you want to know her by. She was here. She was in this room, beside my sister, trying to take something, trying to get something from her. She was trying to control something in her, and…”

I froze.

Sienna moved away from beside me and I watched as she sat beside Lysandra, who was staring into space. She breathed, her breathing was heavy, but she didn’t say anything. Not a word was uttered out of her. And though she has been quiet since she got here, I knew that now, she was a lot more quiet.

I looked between them both. “Are you sure? That it was Tatiana? As in, your mother, Tatiana?”

Delilah stepped forward, fury and fear crashing in her eyes. “I know my mother, Damon. I know what she looks like. I’ve seen her picture on Giovanni’s desk. I saw her enough to recognize her anywhere, and I know that it was her. She touched Lysandra’s face like she. like she was hers. She was here to claim something that would morally be more dangerous than good.”

Sienna didn’t say a word as Delilah spoke. She looked away from her, she looked away from me. She was completely lost. I saw it in her eyes.

I turned to her, slower this time. “Sienna.”

She finally looked at me.

And the fear in her gaze wasn’t something I was used to seeing. Not from her.

“She didn’t see us at first,” she said quietly. “She was talking to Lysandra like we weren’t even in the room. But when Delilah said… mom… she looked at us. At both of us. She was completely lost. Something flickered in her, something changed in her, I don’t know what it was.”

I stepped closer, gently taking her hand in mine. Her fingers were cold.

I looked at the bed. Lysandra hadn’t stirred since I walked in, but her face was pale. She looked like something had touched her spirit. “And she came directly to Lysandra?”

“Yes. She was here for her. She wasn’t here for something else, nor was she here to negotiate or talk. She was here for Lysandra.” Sienna said, and I pinched the bridge of my nose.

What kind of game was this?

Delilah shook her head, angry again. “What does she want with her? What does she want with us?”

I stepped closer to her. “We’ll find out. One way or the other, we are going to need to find out. But we are also going to need to keep her safe.”

Her eyes met mine, burning. “Don’t lie to me, Damon. You’re just as scared as we are.”

I didn’t argue.

Because she was right.

“I never said that I was. But sometimes, fear is good. It reminds us that we are alive, and that there is danger going around us. Even if we don’t want to admit it.” I said, looking at Delilah. “Get some rest. We will have all the time of the world to talk about these matters tomorrow. For now, get some rest.”