I shake my head, pain spasming through me. “Through the veil.” My voice comes out cracked, probably from all the shouting.
“What?” Leo asks quietly.
“We were too late,” I answer.
“Fuck,” Leo mutters as he turns, running his hand through his hair.
“The fuck is going on that I’m missing out on?” Uncle Alejandro growls.
But I ignore him, my eyes on the three women of this house. Their reactions are some I will never forget.
Delsanra is frozen in place, her eyes red, her heart pounding as tears begin to fill her eyes. Maria has gone pale, and Raihana looks devastated, blood splattered across her face and neck.
“What?” she’s the first to speak. “What do you mean, Sienna’s gone? Gone where?”
I look away, unable to face them. Ahren is silent too.
“And you were there?” Uncle Alejandro growls.
“Hey, watch it! Can’t you see the state he’s in?” Azura snaps.
“Yeah, but he’s fucking here. I’m asking where Sienna is!” Uncle Alejandro snarls, my silence only making his aura rise.
Azura stands up, her heart thudding loudly.
“Zu,” Leo says quietly.
He must have mind-linked her because Azura sits down, wrapping her arm around me.
She’s really gone…
I am fucking trying my best not to break down, and when Azura turns, pulling my head onto her shoulder, I’ll never beable to tell her how fucking grateful I am.
I’m unable to hold back my own pain, but I do everything I can to not let a single sound escape me.
“Sienna was acting off for a while,” Leo explains. “And Jayce did come to me. We were working on it, and-”
“So, you were fucking in on this!” Uncle Alejandro growls. “This family has lost-” he stops, cursing.
I get it, I fucking get it.
I hear a door shut and know it’s Ahren who has left the room.
“This is no one’s fucking fault, so get your shit together, Alejandro,” Leo says, his voice icy.
“No one’s fault? Sienna is gone,” Alejandro hisses.
I hear a sob; I would recognise a mother’s cry anywhere…
I failed.
“What exactly happened? Why would she even fucking go through the veil?!” Uncle Alejandro snarls.
I don’t know.
“He doesn’t know,” Dad says as he squeezes my knee before I hear him stand up.
“He doesn’t fucking know? He was with her; he should have fucking prevented this or called for someone who could!”
