Page 88 of Capturing Sin

I scowled at the demon. Another little titbit he’d remembered about me. The fact that he was so polite set me even further on edge.

What kind of bloodthirsty monster said “please”?

The manipulative kind.

She nodded, sauntering away with what I could have sworn was a little extra sway in her step. I supposed if you had it, flaunt it, right? Objectively, she was stunning, after all. With envious curves and rich, bronze hair. I bet she didn’t have so many scars she forgot the origin of most. She probably didn’t know the hollow clawing of starvation. Or the ache that lived in bones broken too many times.

I turned back to find Sin watching me. I felt his attention like a physical caress and shuddered at the intensity.

“What?” I asked.

His lips twitched. “Nothing, poison. You just amuse me, is all.”

I pulled a sour face. “Dinner and a show, huh? Lucky you.”

“I am lucky, actually,” he drawled, ignoring my sarcasm. “Let me guess, you’re ordering a carbonara?”

My eyes narrowed. “What is your weird obsession with my food habits? It’s creepy, even for a denizen of hell.”

He chuckled. “I make it my business to know everything about my prisoners. Can you say the same?”

If anything, I knew a little too much about him after yesterday.

“Other than food preferences, you know nothing about me.”

Sure, he’d had a few lucky guesses about my hostile work environment last night outside the demon club, but he didn’t know me.

Sin reached out, stroking a claw tip along the back of my hand, fisted on the tablecloth. I relaxed my clenched grip, annoyed I’d shown a visible reaction to his taunts.

“You’ll pretend to sip your wine, but won’t drink a thing, because you want to stay sharp in a pathetic attempt to escape me later, even though I already told you I’d be able to find you anywhere.”

“That’s pretty obvious,” I scoffed. “I’m literally your captive, collared and all.” I pointed to his ridiculously soft tail at my throat. “Who wouldn’t be trying to escape? Also, that was practically food related.” I poked my tongue out like the mature adult I was.

He rolled his starry eyes. “Fine. Then tell me something real about you.”

“Like what? You’re a demon, and I’m a human. We aren’t exactly friendship material,” I drawled.

“You know the feeling of my barb locking your sweet cunt onto my dick. We’re way past anything as mundane as friendship, poison. We’re forming a blood bond. I want to mate you. The thought of watching your belly swell with my offspring runs through my mind on loop until I think I’ll go insane.”

My cheeks flamed at the reminder of what we’d done, and I subtly glanced around, hoping nobody was close enough to hear all the crazy he was spewing.

I chose to ignore the mating and blood bond comments for my own sanity.

One of us had to get it together, and I was hoping whatever weird bond he kept bringing up would just fade with time and distance.

I’d cross the pregnancy bridge if it came to it. I might have been dreaming of starting a family of my own for years, but raising a half-demon baby on the run wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind.

He leaned closer, radiating threat. “But why don’t you start by telling me the things I really want to know? Like which hunter prick liked to beat you. Why you were starved. Why you kept experimenting on demons when you didn’t want to.” Menace seemed to spark the air around him. “Why you were even a hunter in the first place.”

Were.

Somewhere in the past few days, Sin had stopped thinking of me as one of them.

The realisation that I agreed with him rocked my foundations. I’d always been a hunter. Born and raised in their violent creed. Even if I didn’t quite believe in the cause anymore, I still wanted to protect people.

Who was I now?

Just a broken woman trying hard not to think about all her past wrongs, desperate to start over.

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