“I’m leaving,” I snapped, and flew to the door.
Not fast enough.
“Where ya goin’?” he challenged.
“Home.”
He smiled. “You know you’re not goin’ home, Moonbeam, so what’s the plan?”
I crossed my arms in a futile effort to protect myself from him.
He tugged my arms down and smiled. “Don’t shut yourself off to me, Sierra.”
“I’d like to leave.”
“You’re not my prisoner.” He searched my face. “Just need to know what’s goin’ on with you.”
“Nothing. Can I go now?”
He sighed. “Yeah, sweetheart, go.”
I fled out of the room as fast as my bedazzled cowboy boots could carry me, vowing I’d never have anything to do with Booth ‘Wrath’ Reid again.
* * *
Wrath
Two years ago…
“Where the fuck is she?” I demanded, bursting into Sundance’s office.
“Take a seat,” Sundance replied, coolly from behind his desk.
“I don’t want to take a seat. I want to know where Sierra is.”
“Sierra is gone. Take a seat and we can talk about it.”
“What do you mean, she’s gone?” I demanded.
“Sit the fuck down!” Sundance hollered. It was rare that he raised his voice, but when he did, you knew he wasn’t fucking around.
I sat down.
“Sierra left you this,” Sundance said, holding up an envelope.
“What is it?”
“It’s called a letter. You do know how to read, don’t you?”
“I’m in no fuckin’ mood for jokes, Sundance.”
“She told me to give it to you once she was gone and you had calmed down.”
“What’s it say?”
“How the fuck should I know? It’s addressed toyou.” Sundance slid the envelope across the desk.
“Why didn’t she give this to me herself?”