Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 295

Ethan:

I didn’t go back to the house.

Not after the way that she looked at me, not after the way that she asked me to leave as if I was something that she didn’t want around her.

I couldn’t.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to do so.

Her words replayed in my head like a cursed loop. One that I wanted to escape and yet, it was almost impossible for me to do

So.

Stop trying. Don’t care. Go.

Every part of me itched to turn around, to say something else, anything else, but I didn’t. Because for the first time in my life, I didn’t know how to fix what was in front of me. I didn’t know what to do when it came to a relationship that I wanted to do anything in my power to maintain.

Delilah wasn’t just pushing me away. She wasn’t just stepping back from me, no. I wished that it was like that but it wasn’t.

Delilah was trying to escape.

She was disappearing.

And I didn’t know how to pull her back without breaking both of us in the process. I didn’t know how I could get her to listen to what I had to tell her without making her feel like I was caging her in the process, without making her feel like I was breaking her, and without breaking something in her that I knew now, of all times, might be beyond fixing.

My fists clenched as I stormed toward the eastern edge of the estate, past the broken stone where rogues had fallen and the ground still reeked of war. Toward the one place that I knew that I was going to be able to focus on something that didn’t include me hearing her name.

Damon had left me with one job, interrogate what was left of the prisoners, scout the perimeter, and keep my head clear. Too bad the last part was impossible.

“Damon…”

“Try to lie to someone else. You know that it is not going to work on me, Ethan.” He said, stopping me. I was forced to look away from him as I caught my breath. He didn’t say anything else concerning the subject. And instead of trying to press on it, I also knew to turn my attention to the man that I came here to see.

Carter sat on the floor, bruised and hollowed out, eyes staring at nothing. A man who’d fought wars. A man who led us. A man who stood by our side through thick and thin.

Now he looked like ash.

“You remember anything?” I asked him.

He looked up, slow. “I told you. It’s like waking up from drowning. Bits and flashes. Nothing stays long. I tried to hold onto something, and I tried to fight, but it was almost impossible. You two of all people should know that if I had the capability to fight, I would have. But this was different, it is not like I could just easily do something about it.”