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Glowing eyes pinned me. “I’m going to show you a secret, and you’re not going to share it with anyone. Do you understand me, poison?”

I bit my lip. Who was I going to tell? I was his captive—for now—and then I’d be living free, off-grid somewhere until all the hunters and demons forgot about me.

Ignoring the dumb pang in my chest, I nodded, succumbing to my curiosity instead. Sin raised his tail, spikes out. The longest one on the tip dug into his wrist. Blood welled, and he held it over my cut.

The heated drop seemed to fizz as it hit my wound. I bit down on my tongue at the odd sensation but didn’t pull away.

I already knew this secret.

Chapter 37

My arm tingled as the edges of the cut pulled to together, zipping closed until nothing but a faint pink line remained. It probably wouldn’t even scar.

Guilt strangled me until I was rendered mute.

When Silvanus had saved my life by forcing his blood down my throat and showering it over me, he’d passed out beside me right before I’d followed him into unconsciousness.

If anything, I’d tried to convince myself it wasn’t that miraculous. I’d refused to think about the incident at all. The thing was too painful, because it meant that I’d probably murdered innocents in my quest to protect humans.

Even as a hunter scientist, I hadn’t been doing much good until Sin came along.

This whole time, I shouldn’t have been messing about with my blood though.

I should have been studying his.

Unlike with my saviour, Sin only seemed mildly drained. His tail drooped enough to brush the ground, and a tightness lurked around his hypnotic eyes. I was exhausted too, but nothing on last time.

Was it because Sin was stronger? Surely the amount of damage to heal had an effect too? How much demon blood was needed to heal what size of wound? Could all blood demons do this?

“You’ve got that mad scientist glint back in your eye, poison.” Sin sneered, the mocking expression as familiar as it was infuriating. “Don’t waste your time thinking about it. I’m not going back to playing your lab rat.”

I huffed and pulled my arm from his warm grip. Maybe I was more scientist than hunter. Or probably just a cruel mixture of both.

“Thank you,” I murmured, unable to meet his inhuman gaze.

“That coward was your ex?” Sin’s voice was barely a whisper, yet still artic cold.

I nodded, studying the cracked paving slabs under my blood-splattered trainers.

“I thought you were meant to be smart? Why would you ever choose to be with a weak creature like that?”

I swallowed thickly, his question ricocheting around my skull like a gunshot.

“I guess I was just a little too desperate to be loved, flaws and all.” Bitterness coated my tongue as I forced the words out past the lump in my throat.

Warm fingers tilted my chin upwards, and I scrounged up the courage to meet the twin stars lighting the darkness of his eyes.

Sin studied my face with a consuming intensity. “You don’t have any flaws, poison. Every part of you is perfection to me.”

Tears flooded my vision from one blink to the next. “You can’t mean that.”

“I’ve never lied to you, poison.” His gaze held me captive.

A dark laugh left my lips, and I brushed aside the evidence of my weakness spilling down my cheeks. “So you really will snap my neck?”

He grinned, so at odds with the vicious topic of conversation. “Sure. When I get bored of toying with you. But I’ll never be done with you, Liliana. You will always be mine.”

I narrowed my eyes at the wicked demon. “You don’t get to just say psycho shit like that.”

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