Page 22 of Capturing Sin

Ignoring the oppressive silence that descended, I made quick work of organising my notes, inputting today’s observations into my notebook. I might have been half-arsing the other tests forced on me, but this time was different—I wanted results.

And the evil parasite in my lab was only making me more determined.

His attention traced my skin like the edge of a knife while I worked. I was tempted to find another room to finish up in, but that felt too close to letting him win.

The beast had chosen to hurt me more than he needed to. Sure, I was the reason he was caged, but whether he knew it or not, being my captive was better than the alternatives in this place.

I’d also fed the ungrateful bastard.

My eyes slitted as I worked myself up, letting anger wash away the traces of guilt and fear.

I had to come back and do it all again in two days’ time. With poison in my veins.

“What’s the point of all this?” he asked, raspy voice dripping condescension as he crossed his ankles, casually leaning back on his palms so his carved eight-pack abs popped.

The demon was bare apart from the standard-issue grey sweatpants he’d been given, leaving too much inked skin on show.

I narrowed my eyes, ignoring the irrational urge to take a closer look at his tattoos. “To save innocent lives.”

“At the expense of innocent lives?” He quirked a brow, tugging at the two short spikes above its outer edge. “Judging by that cute little lab coat, aren’t you meant to be smart?”

I snorted at his mocking tone, matching it right back. “You don’t seem particularly innocent to me.”

He bared his fangs in a violent grin. “Why don’t you open this cell and find out?”

Shaking my head, I turned my back on him, tidying away my notes and heading for the door.

“I’ll be seeing you, huntress.” His voice was a dark promise that sent shivers of trepidation down my spine.

I switched the light off as I left, so the glare didn’t strain his sensitive eyes, and immediately regretted the small mercy.

The bastard hadn’t been worried about hurting me one bit.

Chapter 10

“You’re a pretty little thing…for a demon whore.”

The masculine voice held a familiar sneering that had me freezing just inside the doorway. Though its potency was nowhere near that of the prickly blood demon who’d bitten me a few hours ago.

My ex-fiancé leaned up against the silvery bars caging the back of the room, focus locked on the demoness trapped within. She might have fangs and claws, but apparently Leo was unconcerned by things like safety protocols.

If a demon got their claws into him and forced him to unlock the cell, it would put the entire compound in danger, not just one self-assured prick.

At least he dangled a hunting knife casually in his grip, the threat lying in wait.

He flashed a sharp grin at the captive demon.

Even aimed elsewhere, the sinister expression had a chill skating down my spine.

Harsh lighting glinted off the three pale slashes through his sandy-blond hair, extending from behind his ear to his temple. With his toned arms stretched overhead, showing off his bulky musculature, it gave him an aura of danger that my younger, naive self once found intoxicating.

Even though the muscles were pumped with a little chemical help, the danger was real. He didn’t lead alpha squad for nothing.

I let the door slam behind me.

Leo glanced up at the noise, unfazed by being caught at whatever the hell that had been.

Taunting…? Flirting?

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