Devoured: A Novel(60)

I feel everything inside of me shut down, as he refuses to look into my eyes. “What the f*ck are you talking about?” I demand at last.

“I’m dismissing you. You’ve fulfilled the terms of our contract,” he says.

I come up out of my seat, rushing across the room to stand in front of him. “No. No. I’ve got two days left. Lucas, tell me what’s going on?” I plead.

He drags his hands through his thick dark hair and makes a low, violent noise. “God, Sienna . . . just f*cking go, okay? The house is yours. You’re done—just go before I call security on you.”

He doesn’t sound like the Lucas I know. He doesn’t sound like anyone I’ve ever known. My heart is beating wildly as I take another tentative step in his direction. He backs up, shaking his head.

“So, that’s it?” I demand, tears rolling down my cheeks, singeing my skin. “No explanation, no . . . nothing.”

“I’ve given you a house. I don’t f*cking owe you anything else,” he says, his voice cold. I start to argue with him more but he turns his back to me. Clenches his hands—the same hands that touched me so intimately hours before—into tight fists. “Concierge is taking care of your flight to Nashville. Be out before I return tomorrow.”

I’m shaking so hard that’s it’s impossible for me to speak. I hold myself close, wheezing. When the words do come to me, it’s too late.

He’s already left, slamming the door behind him.

Slamming the door on us.





CHAPTER NINETEEN





There’s 750 dollars in my bank account when I arrive in Nashville the next morning, day nine, and I use a little less than half to rent a small rental car that smells like stale fast food. The guy at the rental counter says that I’ll get $150 of my money back when I return the car, and all I’m able to do is nod.

I’ve not cried since leaving the Four Seasons. To be honest, I can’t. And believe me, it hurts but I just . . . can’t.

I drive around for two hours, unsure of where I should go, what I should do. I know what it’s like to be used. My mom had made sure I was well-equipped with that knowledge over the years. Yet somehow, the few days I spent with Lucas seem like so much more than a lifetime with Mom.

And I find myself wanting to wake-up. Wanting to open my eyes and kiss him. Wanting him to devour me just a little more.

When my phone rings, I don’t even look to see who’s calling me. I just answer. Exist. Kylie’s crying when I lift the receiver to my ear.

“Please tell me he didn’t,” she sobs.

A tiny portion of the numbness fades. I feel the splitting headache. Nearly swerve off the road. “Why does it matter?” I ask her.

“He’s letting her control him. I checked his—he sent her a wire this morning for 250 grand and then I called him, and . . .”

More of the detachment floats away, constricting my throat. “Sam?” I ask in a hoarse voice. I think of her words to me last night at Cilla’s party, of Lucas’s argument with her yesterday morning.

“She’s got something on him, Sienna. I’ve got no f*cking clue what it is but she threatened him. She doesn’t want him happy. She’s—”

Sam is the queen of hearts inside of the stopwatch.

Sam is calling the shots on Lucas, so he feels he has to call them on everyone else, on me.

The rest of the numbness is gone now, leaving a nauseating pain in the center of my chest. I pull over at a gas station and rest my head on the steering wheel. “Kylie, I’ll call you back,” I whisper. She’s still talking, begging me not to go, when I draw the phone from my ear. I hang up on her, powering it completely off.

And then, the tears finally come.

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When everything is said and done, and after I spend the night feeling sorry for myself in a seedy pay by the hour motel, I go back to Gram’s house. Her eyes are damp when she meets me outside on the porch and it takes everything not to cry too.

“You’re back,” she says, embracing me.

I breathe her scent in, nodding. “Only for a few days.”

“I should probably go ahead and tell you that the new owner, Mr. Wolfe, won’t be moving to Nashville after all. He’s very generously given me the house back,” she says. I feign surprise, gasping, and her grip tightens around me. “Sienna, I know where you’ve been.”