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Zane lunges into the fight. Bodies crash together. People are shouting. Someone’s grabbing Eli, trying to pull him off, but he’s a fucking tank, unmovable.

I can’t move.

I can’t fucking breathe.

Maya.

This is his ex?

Caleb’s ex who moved out of the country?

The one I thought was an ex but claims he’s still her boyfriend?

Memories slam into me so hard I feel sick. Caleb’s hands on me. His mouth, his body. Eli pushing me against the wall, against the bed. The way we’ve all tangled together, the way Caleb whispered things into my ear like I was the only one.

Like I was his.

It’s a fucking lie.

I don’t know when my feet start moving, but suddenly I’m stumbling back, turning, shoving through the bodies around me. My chest is caving in, my mind spinning too fast to keep up.

I need to get the fuck out of here.

I don’t know how I make it out of the arena. One second, I’m watching Caleb with his hands on her — onher— and the next, I’m in the corridor, my breath jagged, my hands shaking like I just walked out of a wreckage.

Then I slam into my dad.

“Sienna?” His hands come up, steadying me before I can collapse right there on the damn floor. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head. “Take me home.” My voice is barely there. I sound like a mess.

Dad’s eyes sharpen. He looks behind me, back toward the chaos I just ran from, and his entire body stiffens.

“Sienna,” he says again, lower this time, firmer. “What the hell is happening out there?”

I just shake my head again. “Please.”

Something in my face must get to him because he doesn’t argue. He just nods, tucks me under his arm, and steers me out.

The ride home is silent. I keep my gaze on the window, watching the city blur past. My hands won’t stop shaking. My pulse is erratic, my skin burning, freezing, everything at once.

Dad doesn’t ask again until we’re inside. The second the door shuts behind us, he turns to me, arms crossed. “Alright, what the hell is going on?”

“I’ll explain later.” My voice is raw.

His jaw twitches. He doesn’t like that answer, but for once, he lets it go. Just nods toward the stairs.

I bolt up them like my life depends on it.

The second I hit my room, I collapse onto my bed, my face pressing into the pillows. And then I fucking lose it.

It’s not quiet. It’s not pretty. It’s wrecked and ugly and gasping. My chest aches from it, my stomach clenches, my hands fist in the sheets like they can hold me together when everything else is fucking falling apart.

Caleb. Caleb andMaya.

The way heheldher.

Like shestillbelongs to him.