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I tore my gaze off him and tried to assess my options. Sin wasn’t stupid enough to let me out of his sight.

At least he’d been feeding me. I could already feel the strength returning to my body after how weak my uncle had kept me.

But how could I turn traipsing through the city to my advantage?

I flashed him a full-wattage grin. “I hope you brought your credit card.”

Chapter 34

Idragged Sin around Riverside for two hours before my stomach rumbled, fiercer than a hellhound.

I’d prodded him into buying me things all morning, practical items I’d need for living off-grid. Everything from thermal leggings and hiking boots to a power bank and flint lighter. He’d even got me a firewood hatchet, muttering about how he knew exactly what I was doing.

The strangest thing about walking around with a monster was the feeling of safety it came with. I mean, who would attack me with death strolling beside me? Probably just him.

Until hunters actually found us.

Then my uncle would beat me bloody for disrespecting the organisation and bringing shame to our family by letting a demon get the better of me.

I crossed my fingers as I walked towards another shop.

Hopefully, the old git was dead.

My stomach let out another snarl as we passed a boutique restaurant. The scents of garlic and parmesan called to me like a lover.

I eyed a man’s pasta through the window with longing, even though I’d eaten more in the two days since I’d been kidnapped than I had last week.

Sin’s low chuckle rolled over me. “If you’re hungry, you can just say,” he mused, lips twitching with the first hints of a real smile. “Wouldn’t want my food source to keel over. Again.”

I flashed him a sickly-sweet grin. “Yes, wouldn’t want you to lose your shit. Again.”

His features flattened into a dark mask. “You haven’t even begun to see me lose it, poison.”

The threat hit harder than it should have. With my betrayal looming in the back of my mind, I was living on borrowed time.

It was a race between Sin finding answers and me escaping them.

I’d need strength for whatever came my way.

I strode towards the upscale Italian, calling over my shoulder, “I hope you have money left in that account.”

“Of course.” Sin stepped up beside me, reaching for the door first like he was some civilised gentlemen. “I can provide for your every need, poison.”

I cocked a brow and walked through the open doorway but didn’t remark on the strange act or even stranger comment.

Inside was cosy, and surprisingly intimate, with a rustic pizza oven throwing heat from the corner and only a handful of tables, draped in fine cloth. Everything was muted warm tones that made me feel instantly welcome, despite the prices I’d glimpsed on the menu a while back.

Sometimes I liked to torture myself by looking at food menus for places I could never afford. Last year, when my uncle had starved me for another imagined slight against the family reputation, I’d seen this new restaurant opening, and couldn’t help myself.

A waitress immediately hurried over, eyeing Sin up and down with blatant interest.

I wanted to shake her. If she knew what he really looked like beneath whatever magical image she saw, she’d be screaming, not winking.

Or maybe not. Sin might be a monster, but even I could admit he was a stupidly handsome one.

Clearly, Stockholm syndrome was real. And I was an idiot.

At least he was wearing a shirt today, so I didn’t have to stare at his glorious tattooed abs. Even though he could retract them, his threatening spikes tore through the tight material at his shoulders and back.

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