Page 124 of Disgrace

True love.

Calm and beautiful.

For a second, her vision focused, and Siena was good again. At least, for a moment.

“Don’t move,” she told him.

John’s brow furrowed. “Why would I move?”

“Just … don’t. If you move, I might get dizzy again, and I don’t want to puke.”

“What happened?”

His harsh demand made her flinch. He didn’t miss it.

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, babe. I would have been here sooner after I got the messages on my phone, but I wasn’t even given my phone until they released me once my attorney got there. Here, let me look at you.”

Soft fingertips drifted over her face. The sensation was such a stark contrast to the pain and heat coursing through her head. He peeled her fingers away from her cheek, and then convinced her to drop the frozen bag, too.

Siena watched John’s gaze drift over her face, and injuries. His fingers followed the same path—careful not to press too hard, or hurt her as he checked her out. As the silent seconds ticked on, she could plainly see his rage growing.

He hid it, sure.

She still saw it.

“What happened?” he asked one more time.

Calmer.

Quieter.

Still as stone.

“It’s okay,” she told him.

John made a grunt under his breath—dismissive, yet heated. “Nope. Try again.”

“Her mom,” Greta said. “She came over, yelled at Siena, and hurt her.”

John’s gaze darted to the girl beside Siena. “And who are you?”

“One of Matteo’s other daughters,” Siena muttered.

To his credit, John didn’t blink a lash at that. Nor did he out the fact he had been the one to take Greta’s beloved father away, either.

“Well … hello,” John said. “You were the one that called me?”

Greta nodded.

“Thank you.”

“Siena looks after us,” Greta said as though that explained her loyalty.

“Who are you?” Giulia asked.

John glanced over his shoulder at the girl. “Johnathan.”

“Johnathan who?”