I grind my teeth together and bury my hand in my hair. It feels wrong to tell him all this.
“How many, Sienna?”
“Forty-eight,” I mutter.
“And how many men does he have overall?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, find out. Fast,” he orders and cuts the call.
I look down at the phone in my hand, then throw it on the bed and dash out of the room.
“Sienna!” Jelena calls after me as I’m heading across the foyer “Would you . . .”
I ignore her and burst through the front door. It’s a bit chilly outside but I don’t head back to get my jacket.
There are several men loitering in front of the huge garage building that houses multiple bays for over a dozen cars situated to the left of the mansion, so I turn right and run toward the trees, away from everyone. The sour taste in my mouth won’t lea
