Page 63 of Capturing Sin

It was the last thought I had before drifting off.

Chapter 26

The smell of cooking bacon roused me from sleep, rather than the usual echo of my own cries.

My mouth watered before I’d even cracked my eyes open, and my stomach growled so fiercely a hellhound would have tucked tail and run.

A smile played at my lips before a yawn robbed the expression.

“Mmm.” I snugged deeper into the blankets wrapped around me, relishing the rare treat.

Leo never woke up before me, if he even stayed the night, and he’d certainly never cooked me breakfast before. As annoying as I found his insistence on traditional gender roles, he claimed he wasn’t a great cook, anyway. The gesture this morning was unexpectedly sweet.

Birds chirped, singing a happy little song to complement the best start to a day I’d had in…I couldn’t even remember how long.

Wait. Birds?

I lived in a shitty high-rise that took me too many floors up with no balconies for there to be nesting birds… And I’d dumped that betraying bastard weeks ago.

My eyes flew open. I bolted upright, taking in the slightly blurry unfamiliar room. Memories of yesterday came crashing back.

The attack on hunter HQ. Sin saving me from a demon. Him killing Martin. Capturing me. Being carried through the streets. Breaking into an empty home.

The demon forcing me into bed. Fangs in my throat.

My heart pounded in time with my racing thoughts.

I had to run. Get away from the psycho demon before he could kill me.

After what I’d done to him, I couldn’t blame him for hating me. Even if there was some unnerving heat that flared between us, and whatever possessive insanity that was driving him to.

My glasses rested on the nightstand, though I didn’t remember taking them off before passing out. I quickly shoved them on, ignoring the slick crack through one side as the room sharpened into focus.

I threw the covers off and breathed a sigh of relief. My clothes were perfectly intact, the long knit dress tangled around my thighs.

My blood-splattered lab coat was folded on the snug armchair, and I didn’t know what to make of the idea that the vicious demon had taken it off me while I slept.

I shoved on my sensible trainers, waiting neatly for me on the plush carpet, and hurried to the window, pulling open the curtains to reveal the low-slung sun, illuminating the rosebushes that bordered the garden.

It was either dawn or dusk, and I prayed for the former. The thought of any amount of time unconscious and vulnerable to the demon left me on edge, but an entire day was unfathomable.

Why would he have left me to catch up on sleep? Or even kept me alive and unharmed this long?

I didn’t trust it one bit.

I eased the window open.

“If you think to jump out of the window, poison, know that I’ll be fangs-deep before you’ve taken a single step onto the grass.”

I stilled at the masculine rumble coming from downstairs. I was all too aware of how fast demons were. Sin wasn’t being cocky. The smug prick could back up his threat, and I didn’t want to give him an excuse to hurt me.

He had enough already.

“Demons and their fucking spidey senses,” I muttered, slamming the window closed.

Years of training had meant I’d moved in near silence. Had he really heard me from a different floor of the house? Or was it down to whatever bond he mentioned last night?

It didn’t matter what bloody connection he thought was forming. I was already on the run. A demon wasn’t going to chase me any further around the globe than my controlling uncle.

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