Consumed (Devoured, #2)(58)

I shook my head. “She was so goddamn drunk she couldn’t even say her name. Once the cops started to show, I got her out of there, took her back to our hotel room.” I shook my head once more. “No, she doesn’t know.”

When I looked into Sam’s gray eyes, I noticed how hard they’d gotten. Dropping her gaze from mine, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and buried her face in the crook of my neck. “Good,” she whispered. “It’s good she doesn’t know.”

Three months later, my ex-wife sent me her first demand for money.





When I’m finished, both my sister and Sienna sit in a dazed silence. Sienna’s no longer gripping my hand, and I glare down at a scuffmark on the hospital floor. “That’s what Sam has on me,” I say bitterly. “His name was Bryce Roberts.”

“Bryce Roberts,” my sister repeats, and I close my eyes. “Holy f*ck, Lucas.”

I look over at Sienna to find her staring blankly at the wall.

She asked, and I gave her what she wanted to know. And now, I’ve ruined things with her.

“I sent his family money. An anonymous donation,” I say, like it will help the situation. “But god, it was an accident. I swear I didn’t mean to kill him.” My voice is pleading, and Sienna moves her head up and down.

“No, I understand.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kylie leave the room quietly. As soon as she’s gone I get up and move to Sienna’s bedside. She doesn’t recoil, but she doesn’t look at me either.

Fuck.

“I love you,” I say roughly. “More than anything I’ve ever loved. And I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

At last she turns her face to me, giving me a full view of the damage that was done to her. “I know you do. And I love you too—it’s impossible for me to stop.” She closes her eyes tightly, and tears squeeze out of the corners. “I just need to think.”

“I’ll wait for you to come to me,” I say.

But after all the lies and the bullshit, the regrets, I still feel like the world has been ripped from beneath me when she turns away.

Because I’m a monster.





Sienna





After Lucas and Kylie leave, I finally ask for those pain meds the medical staff has been trying to force down my throat since I was admitted here. Hot tears are running down my cheeks, scalding me as I take the tiny plastic cup from my nurse, and by the time I’ve downed the swig of water she’s given me, my shoulders are shaking.

The nurse stands at the bottom of my bed, her face wrinkled into a mask of concern. “Do you need me to call someone for you, Ms. Jensen?”

Whom would I have her call? Gram, who’s already worried sick over all of this? Seth, who has spent every moment of the last 24 hours blasting Lucas for failing to protect me.

Or Lucas? Lucas, the beautiful, tattooed man who makes my chest seize up every time I picture him, every time he comes into a room. The beautiful man whose ex-wife probably orchestrated my attack. The man who, not even half an hour ago, admitted to me that he had murdered a man protecting someone else four years ago.

My throat suddenly feels dry, and I swallow hard, wanting to get rid of some of the bitterness before I answer nurse. “No—” I squint at her nametag. “Thanks, Nora. But I’m just tired.”

She puckers her lips sympathetically and pats the bottom of my blanket right next to where my toes are curled into the sheets. “You’ve been through a lot. Get some rest, Ms. Jensen.”

Once she’s gone, I flip on the television. Ironically, the newest episode of Echo Falls, the paranormal TV show I used to work on the set of, is on, and I let the sounds of unrequited love and sexual frustration serenade me until the tears are gone and my eyes feel so heavy they hurt.

I sleep like shit.

I filter in and out of consciousness—my hazy, waking thoughts focusing on everything from my mother to my own insecurities.

But mostly, it’s Lucas that I think about.

And by the time I’m able to force myself into a decent and consistent sleep, there are fresh tears drying on the outside corners of my eyes.

The banging of my door closing wakes me up the next morning, and I shoot up straight, drawing in a deep breath that sets my lungs on fire. My chest is heaving up and down as I look around the room and then my eyes land on my younger brother.

“You scared the shit out of me.”

His mouth sets in a hard line as he walks further into my room and sinks down in the armchair beside my bed. Placing his forearms on thighs, he leans forward, pressing his lips to his balled up fists. After a few moments of silence, he looks me over, starting at the top of my head and ending at my hands, which are folded up in my lap. “I’ve never seen you look like that.”

Self-consciously, I run my hand through my hair, grimacing at how tangled the red locks are. “Of course, you’d state the—”

He shakes his head. “Not the bruises, Sienna, or the messed up hair. The look of absolute terror when I walked in.”

“You woke me up,” I point out.

“You’ve never woken up like that before.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

Giving me the closest that he’s come to a smile since I was admitted here, he pushes himself back. “I heard Wolfe was here last night.”