Page 97 of Capturing Sin

I huffed, waiting for him to fetch his other prisoner.

The demon yanked Arsen out by the arm, letting the man hit the gravel. I winced at the dull thud. The poor guy would feel that when he woke up. Along with whatever injuries I’d given him by recklessly crashing the car.

“Oops.” Sin sniggered gleefully to himself and dragged the hunter along the ground.

I followed the monster into the house, stewing in my uselessness. He slung his prisoner into the downstairs bathroom and fetched a dining chair from the kitchen, propping it under the door handle and blocking half the corridor. It wouldn’t trap the hunter but should slow him long enough for Sin to reach him with the commotion.

I eyed my demon captor. “How much longer will he be out?”

He smirked, brushing past me and catching my wrist with his now smooth-tipped tail. “Enough time for us to get dinner.”

The demon tugged me into the kitchen, jerking his chin towards my usual chair at the dining table littered with his claw marks. I swallowed at the evidence of what we’d done together. The line I’d crossed with the enemy.

I sat quietly, and he headed straight for the fridge.

My stomach growled at him, matching my mood.

What kind of sick sociopath kissed her captor? Ate dinner with him at the table they’d fucked on?

Would we sit and pretend to have another civilised meal, all while waiting for his other prisoner to wake up, ready to be tortured for information?

Information that would get me killed.

Chapter 38

The last rich bite of pesto gnocchi slid down my throat as I savoured the final treat.

Another delicious meal prepared by the bizarrely skilled monster-slash-chef.

It had taken Sin mere minutes to throw together the meal, and we’d eaten in tense silence. My head still throbbed from my own stupidity.

Who decided a car crash was a good idea? And why did my escape attempts always involve writing off a vehicle?

Of course, Sin looked perfectly at ease, dwarfing the furniture and cutlery as usual.

I was on edge. Thoughts racing to figure a way out of this.

I eyed the back door, and the freedom promised by the darkened garden, but I’d never be able to outrun a blood demon at full strength.

A low groan rose from the bathroom.

The gnocchi turned to lead in my stomach.

“Sin… Don’t do this,” I said, desperation tightening my vocal cords.

I wasn’t sure I could watch him torture someone, let alone a hunter I knew. Someone I’d trained with. Worked with for years.

“This bastard helped your ex shove me into that fight ring. He electrocuted me and others until we hurt each other for their amusement.” His tone was level, despite the harrowing tale. He settled back in his chair, eyeing me over the wrecked dining table. “Do you think he deserves mercy after that?”

“I…” Words failed me.

The never-ending guilt drowned me, shoving me beneath dark waves. I’d let that happen to him. I’d let it happen to so many before him too.

He rose silently, not the faintest protest from the chair. I followed like a ghost. Spikes slid out from his spine, jutting through the tight fabric of his shirt, as he returned to what I thought of as his warrior mode. The white points gleamed under the warm lighting as he stalked into the corridor.

He kicked out the dining chair, sending it tumbling along the carpeted hallway to hit the front door with a thud. The monster yanked open the bathroom door and prowled inside, but I was rooted to the spot.

A scream sounded, and then Sin was striding back out, a struggling man clutched by the shirt. The demon threw his captive into the wall. Plaster cracked, loud as a gunshot.

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