Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 271

Sienna:

Even after the mist disappeared, the cold stayed in my bones.

It stayed in my bones in a way that I couldn’t even allow myself to think about. Mostly because I didn’t even want to consider the outcome of what was going to come with what had happened.

I couldn’t stop shaking. The feeling that I had running through me, coursing through my veins, eating me alive as if threatening every ounce of me to explode was one that I couldn’t escape. I tried to, but it was impossible for me to do so.

I tried to hold my ground. I tried to control myself. I tried to play the role of Luna. The role of strength. My role. But I couldn’t. Not after what happened. Not after who we saw. The way that we saw her…

I kept my hand on Lysandra’s arm, not because she needed it, but because I did. Because I needed to feel like something, someone, somehow, was anchoring me. I needed something real to touch, something solid to remind me I was still here. Something to tell me that it was going to be okay.

I didn’t like sounding like a child. I didn’t like sounding like some greedy woman who wanted everything for herself, who had no concern about anyone but herself, who couldn’t care less that others were harmed and that this was not affecting her alone. I didn’t like the feeling of needing someone to hold me down, but right now, I just found myself being completely lost.

This wasn’t about just Lysandra right now. It wasn’t about Delilah. It wasn’t about this war. It wasn’t at all about Giovanni, who I knew was doing his best to dig out my grave. I had made my mistakes, I knew it very well. I suffered for them. I cried and was in pain because of them. But this was a lot deeper. It was hitting me harder. It was about the woman that I grew knowing to be dead.

The woman that I didn’t even know.

I couldn’t remember her scent.

I didn’t know her.

I knew she needed me, but right now, I couldn’t bring myself to think about anything else but the mist that had formed in this room hours ago.

His hand slipped into mine. He gently kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment before he pulled away to rest his chin on the crown of my head.

Warm. Strong. Grounding.

I hadn’t even realized he was still holding my hand until I looked down and saw our fingers entwined.