Page 159 of Sin

He looks at me carefully now. “I said I saw Laurel.”

“Where?”

“At the market near my house.”

“How was she?”

The question comes out too fast. Too raw. Wilder’s expression shifts into pity.

“About the same as you,” he says.

My grip tightens around the fork. “What does that mean?”

“It means tired. Thinner. Pale.”

“She was buying groceries?”

“Yeah.”

That makes me frown because Laurel lives on the other side of the city.

Wilder must sense my thoughts because he says, “She moved. Said her old building wasn’t secure.”

The noodles turn to cement in my stomach.

“Wasn’t secure?”

“That’s what she said.”

“Did something happen?”

“She didn’t say.” Wilder hesitates. “But I’m sure Tate would have told us.”

Right. Because all of my brothers have access to her. Everyone except me. Tate knows where she is. Owen knows the legal boundaries. Hell, even Wilder knew something before me.

But me? I know nothing. Because I’m the problem.

I set the takeout container on the coffee table.

Wilder watches me. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I’m sitting here.”

“You’re sitting like you’re about to stand.”

I glare at him.

He points his fork at me. “See? Stupid posture.”

“Did she ask about me?”

Wilder’s face softens again. I hate that too.

“No.”

The word hits harder than it should. Of course she didn’t ask about me. Why would she? And what would she ask? Is Sin okay in his expensive apartment while my name gets dragged through hell because of him?

“She didn’t ask,” Wilder says, “but she listened when I mentioned you.”