Page 272 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Still …

She had to do something.

John needed something.

This was the best she could do—a call, a suggestion, and a simple request. No information, and no personal details that crossed a line. John would get someone to check in, and talk to him more than he had talked to her.

It was the best she could do.

It was all she could do right then.

Siena hated that.

“He’s keeping up with everything, right?” she asked.

Her unspoken question hung heavily between them.

His meds?

His therapy?

Everything else?

Lucian seemed to understand what she didn’t say. “He is.”

“I hear a but in there.”

“But,” Lucian said, chuckling dryly, “he got some unsettling things thrown his way lately. I don’t think he handled it well. That’s to be expected.”

Siena’s gaze drifted to the packages in the corner. It looked like John had gotten more than one unsettling thing thrown his way, actually.

Did Lucian know about those?

She hated her brother for doing that to John. She had made a promise months ago that no one would ever use John’s own mind against him again, and yet, here they were.

It was happening.

Again.

“Could you check in on him for me?” she asked. “Just don’t mention I asked. I know everything is all over the place lately—I need to know he’s okay, that’s all.”

John loved his family. Siena saw in his expressions when he spoke about them, and heard it in his voice when one of their names were brought up. John was careful in the way he talked about others, sure, but he couldn’t hide anything from Siena.

He loved his family so much.

“I will,” Lucian promised. “I was going that way tomorrow.”

“Great. Thanks.”

“Be safe, Siena. This war is almost over.”

“I’m trying.”

“That’s all we can ask.”

Lucian said a quick goodbye, and then hung up the phone.

Siena pulled a pad and pen from the nightstand next to John’s side of the bed. She scribbled a quick note for John as she looked around his empty bedroom.

Call me. Love you. –S.

She had thought to stay and wait for him. Maybe he would get back before she had to leave again, but that didn’t seem to be the case. She needed to get back home just in case someone dropped by, or shit, Darren decided to call her away from her place.

She couldn’t afford to be caught stepping out of line right now. Who fucking knew what Darren would do?

Her heart felt heavy as she slipped out of the room, and headed down the stairs, and left his house. She still kept an eye out for someone she might recognize.

Nothing seemed out of place.

That didn’t mean it was safe.