Page 61 of Capturing Sin

Plus, with dawn peeking between the detached homes, a charcoal-coloured demon covered in spikes and blood was bound to draw a few raised brows from anyone unlucky enough to glance out their windows.

“Sin, you can’t be seen like this,” I said, trying to keep my tone level. Maybe if I pretended I wasn’t a frail captive, he’d treat me with more respect.

The general population couldn’t know about demonkind. Not yet. And not like this. It would create mass panic, and so very many deaths.

On both sides.

He shot me a glare before going back to aggressively ignoring my wishes in typical Sin fashion. The demon ran for another few minutes with me in his arms, scanning the suburban street.

I craned my neck, trying my best to copy him. After all, he wasn’t the only one with people out to get him.

“What are you even looking for?” I asked, caving under the tense silence.

“That’s not your concern, poison.” His attention snagged on something up ahead, and a smirk curved his lips. “But it’s about to be.”

He sped up, and I clung to his arms as best I could in case he was planning to drop me. He turned off the pavement, heading up a long driveway towards a generous detached house with a for-sale sign pitched outside.

Skirting the brick structure, he took us right up to the side gate. His tail shot out, punching the lock. A bang sounded as the fence door flew open, but his tail snapped up to catch it. I winced at all the commotion, but there was nothing I could do as Sin strolled into someone’s manicured garden, weaving through a patio laden with rattan furniture, heading for the back door.

“Sin… What are you doing? You’re not about to kill some innocent family, right?” I hissed, a very real fear settling deep into my bones.

I’d had my fill of bloodshed, but I wouldn’t stand idly by and watch him tear apart whoever had the misfortune of living here. Adrenaline flooded my veins as I thought about trying to fight him unarmed, my body weak from starvation.

He might bleed from multiple wounds, but I was the one closer to death.

The demon eyed me for a moment, lips pursing in mock contemplation. “And just what would you do if I was, poison?”

“You wouldn’t live to find out,” I sneered.

But we both knew I was at his mercy. The smug bastard fucking loved it.

“Ever the fierce hunter,” he taunted, unfazed by the threat. “Now shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I find another use for it. I already know how good you feel. Don’t tempt me into another round just yet.”

I almost choked on my tongue, covering the slip by baring a feral grin. “Try it, parasite. You’re not the only one with teeth.”

He smirked. “Promises, promises.”

I narrowed my eyes but kept quiet, straining to hear any movement from inside the darkened house.

Everything was silent, but at the crack of dawn, most people would be tucked up in their beds, safe and sound.

Sin eyed the wood-grain door, peering through the glass panel, then scanned the surrounding area. His tail dived under the mat, flipping it to reveal a brassy key.

“Humans,” he scoffed, tail scooping it up and passing it into his waiting hand.

As if I weighed nothing, he transferred me to one arm as he unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped into the open-plan kitchen.

I listened for any hint of someone being home, but the place was as silent as a tomb and perfectly clean. No dishes waited by the sink. No splatters of sauce on the cooker. Not even a stained tea-towel hanging from the oven handle.

Sin strode through the house, passing through the corridor and up the stairs. I peered into each room we passed, holding my breath for signs of life but coming up mercifully empty.

He strode into the first room, and the sight of the king-size bed made me squirm in his hold once more. My heart thudded as I evaluated the space, looking for anything that might help me fight back.

A door sat ajar in the corner, revealing the glimpse of an en suite. Double-glazed windows dominated one side of the room, showing the oncoming dawn in warm shades of pink. An enormous built-in wardrobe covered the opposite wall, but the neatly made bed dominated the space—a soft, inviting trap of cotton sheets and fluffy pillows in a gentle sage, complete with a Jacquard silk throw that screamed luxury.

At least nobody was currently sleeping in it for Sin to murder.

The demon set me on my feet, my side pressed against his front. Dizziness gripped me for an embarrassing moment as I leaned heavily into him, locking my legs to keep from collapsing.

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