Page 66 of Capturing Sin

Thinking back, it was the only food I’d mentioned in front of him.

I struggled to make sense of that information. Why would a demon I’d been trying to poison care about feeding me at all, let alone feeding me something I’d love?

Everything about the situation bugged me.

I scowled. “How would a demon even know what pasta is?”

Another one of those husky, mocking chuckles filled the kitchen as he eased back in his chair. “We do eat food in hell. You think we haven’t taken some of the good things about humanity for our own?”

Even as hunters, we knew hardly anything about their realm or culture. Until recently, my life had revolved around how to kill demons, not cook for them. I’d learned a few snippets of information from Fane but nowhere near enough.

Nagging curiosity itched at my brain.

“Tell me about hell,” I blurted the words before I could think better of it.

The demon considered me in drawn-out silence, and I fought not to squirm.

“You eat, I’ll talk.” He jerked his chin at his full bowl sitting before me.

It had been a long time since anybody had tried to feed me. If anything, I was more used to being purposefully starved.

I stabbed a tiny piece of bacon, lifting it to my mouth in silent acquiescence.

“Hell is a wilder version of your realm. Forests dominate, but we also have rich seas, barren deserts and vast grasslands. Most live in one of the many kingdoms, usually forming cities with a single type of demon, but there are hybrids too.” He shrugged. “Life is chaotic and cruel, yet beautiful at the same time.” His eyes raked over me with unexpected heat. “I’m starting to realise there might be more of that here than I thought.”

My gaze dropped at his flirtatious insinuation. I’d stopped eating to listen to him talk, and I carried on with my meal, making quick work of his food as I searched for my voice.

“If hell is so great, then why would you move here?” I asked, surprised at how much I needed the answer.

His fingers reached up, massaging at his left shoulder, the one that held the depiction of a sun. “Family.”

I looked away, an oily sensation turning my stomach. “Aren’t you hungry?”

His lips twitched. “I am, but since I’ve just fed you, I’m sure you’ll return the favour.”

I almost choked on my pasta.

Chapter 27

Reality seeped into the surreal domestic scene. I eyed the demon seated across the dining table, his corded arms draping the backs of the fragile chairs on either side of him.

“What are you doing, Sin?” I carefully lowered my fork. “Why did you take me instead of killing me like you threatened so many times? Is it your weird bond thingy?”

A familiar, cruel smirk graced his features. “Whatever sorry excuse for a life you had is over. You’re mine now.”

I scowled back. “So you thought you’d take your food to-go?”

His shoulder spikes stabbed the air in a shrug, the casual gesture infuriating. Was my life always going to be worth so little?

I squeezed the fork, letting the metal dig into my palm. “Developed a taste for poison? Is that it?”

“Not all poison. Just the bitter nectar running through your veins,” he sneered.

In a burst of movement, his hand fisted my hair and dragged me off my seat. His tail lashed around my middle, yanking me over the dining table. Porcelain shattered as bowls knocked to the floor.

I stabbed with the fork, but he batted it away before it could sink into his bicep.

The demon sprawled me across him, and I gasped, barely catching myself on his chest instead of impaling my hands on his shoulder spikes.

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