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Ugh. Was she trying to die horribly?

Sin’s attention didn’t shift from my face. A bright grin slashed through his dark features. “How could I resist?”

Chapter 35

Sin and I spent the whole day traipsing around my hometown, and I was embarrassed to admit it hadn’t been the worst day of my life.

My feet had started to ache late in the afternoon, but I didn’t complain. If blisters were the worst thing I had to face today, I’d take it gladly.

The demon had watched me touch far too many items in the various shops, all with an intensity that made me squirm. He’d bought me anything I’d even hinted at wanting.

Leo had always earned more than me for his hunter duties, not to mention his part-time job as a security consultant, but he hadn’t paid for much in our relationship. Especially near the end. If I’d wanted to go out on a date, I had to pay. He’d always said if he’d suggested it, he’d pay.

Unsurprisingly, he’d never planned anything for us.

Not that I’d wanted him to support me, but it would have been nice for him to treat me sometimes. He knew how much I was struggling. Financially, amongst other things.

Most hunters had a day job as a cover story, and for the money, sometimes strategically in the emergency services or local government, but my uncle had forbidden me in order to keep his leash tight.

I took in the neat brick structure as we approached with a sigh. Dying rays of sunlight slid over the pub, almost setting the bricks aflame and reflecting off the windows until they were blinding to look at.

It was like walking towards the entrance to hell. Not that I’d ever seen one of the portals between our realms.

Sin’s last suggestion for the day was the most likely to see success, but it wasn’t like I could dissuade him. Didn’t mean I hadn’t thought about it.

The pub before me was one of many the hunters liked to drink at. There was a chance we’d run into any survivors inside, drowning their sorrows.

Sin walked beside me, his tail collaring me in a way that felt shamefully familiar. I’d almost forgotten it was around my neck, and I berated myself for getting so comfortable with my demonic captor.

“I’m tired. Can’t we just call it a night?” I asked, feigning a casual shrug and a very real yawn.

Long days in the lab had made me soft if I found a day of shopping and eating proper meals this tiring.

A cruel smirk curved full, grey lips. “Very convincing. Now say it like you mean it.”

I rolled my eyes.

Soft and a terrible liar, apparently.

The sounds of chatter and clinking glasses reached out as we neared the open doorway. Sin entered first, in what I might have called a protective gesture from anyone else. I trailed behind him, eyeing the back of his head like I could burrow through and read his thoughts.

A few groups of patrons already laughed and drank around sticky wooden tables, despite the early hour.

My eyes homed in on one in particular.

A sandy-blond head, cut through with three distinct slashes of scar tissue, bent towards a glamorous woman seated beside him. Leo peeked down her low-cut top before flashing his roguish smile, complete with a single dimple. His hand drifted up to caress her doll-like face, and she smiled coyly, peachy lips curving as she fluttered false lashes up at him.

Anger sparked embers in my chest. The bastard had been engaged to me last month. Our wedding would have been yesterday. He probably thought I’d died two days ago.

Yet here he was, hitting on a random woman.

Or maybe she wasn’t random. Maybe she was just another person he’d been cheating on me with.

The thought sent me into a spiral of rage.

The urge to storm over and beat him bloody was so strong I could almost feel his high cheekbones shattering under my knuckles.

I gritted my teeth, trying to rein in the vicious thoughts. That was the problem with being raised in violence.

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