Page 65 of Capturing Sin

My lips parted as I stared down at the food he’d brought me.

But not just any food.

My favourite food.

The demon had cooked me a rigatoni carbonara, complete with crispy bacon and a mini mountain of parmesan.

My heart kicked in my chest, something akin to panic lancing through me. “I… You… What the fuck is this?”

Pale stars twinkled with mirth as our gazes clashed. For some horrifying reason, my eyes burned as a mix of emotions bubbled up.

He quirked a horned brow, lips twitching. “And here I thought you were meant to be smart.”

His verbal jab pierced the overwhelming feeling, and I shot him a flat look, secretly grateful. The demonic bastard would never cease baiting me.

“Why is there a bowl of pasta in front of me?” I drew the words out, like slowing them down might help him understand why this was a valid question.

“To eat.” He drew his out too, loaded with even more mocking.

I frowned, trying to examine his stupidly carved features for any hint of motive.

He huffed, grabbing the fork he’d placed beside my bowl and aggressively spearing a rigatoni tube before taking a bite. His hard jaw worked and the long column of his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

I couldn’t have looked away, even if my uncle was roaring at me with a cocked fist.

The demon stared at me with enough scrutiny to make me blush. “Just because you’re poison doesn’t mean everything else is.”

I glanced away, unable to handle his intensity. Instead, I took the fork from his hand, ignoring the brush of his fingers against mine, and dug in to the food.

A moan slipped free with the first mouthful. Creamy perfection. Soft pasta with a little crunch of bacon and pure cheesy goodness.

Sin inhaled sharply before fetching himself a bowl and returning to sit opposite me. For my own sanity, I mentally blocked him out and enjoyed the first proper meal I’d had in weeks.

It was everything I’d been craving.

And a demon had cooked it for me.

Not just any demon. One I’d kept captive, tried to poison, and been far too intimate with and that had now kidnapped me.

Silence settled between us as I inhaled the food, polishing it off too quick when a meal this good deserved to be savoured.

The dangerous company should have robbed me of my appetite, but who knew when I’d next get to eat?

And I loved carbonara enough that I could easily devour it for breakfast.

“You know, this isn’t usually a morning meal for humans,” I said, finishing the last bite with a mournful look at the empty dish.

“I’m aware,” he drawled. “Your kind has always fascinated me, and I was in the process of moving here when I was unwittingly volunteered as your lab rat.”

My brows hit my hairline.

Sin was trying to live here in the human realm? The idea of him owning a home like this and dressing in a suit to commute to work seemed absurd. More than likely, he’d be some seedy crime boss in a villain’s lair, somewhere on the bad side of town.

A dark chuckle smoothed over me, distracting me from the bizarre mental image. “Plus, it’s the evening. You’ve been asleep for over fifteen hours. I even had time to pick up groceries.”

Without comment, he grabbed my empty bowl and swapped it for his.

A lump formed in my throat as his words sank in alongside his actions. Not only had he left me to sleep all day, but he’d gone out and somehow bought supplies. For my favourite meal.

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