Page 99 of Capturing Sin

Sin whipped his tail out and slapped the hunter.

Arsen screamed, lifting his arms to block too late. Blood ran down his face from multiple punctures.

He touched a hand to his cheek. A sneer twisted his features, causing more blood to run. “Fuck you, beast. I ain’t telling you shit.”

Sin purred, the sound positively evil, “By all means, try to hold out as long as you can for me.”

I shivered, reminded again why it had been so easy for me to assume all demons were malevolent beasts. Even the ones who seemed to not want us all dead were still bloodthirsty by nature.

Sin reached out, casually running a claw along the man’s chest, slicing right through his shirt to open up a thin line of red. Nothing too deep or painful. Not yet.

Arsen sneered, holding strong, but his body betrayed him, trembling against the wall. It wasn’t usually the physical torture that made someone crack.

I knew that better than most.

“In the last month, have you seen a male demon who looked like me? A few inches shorter, yellow eyes?”

I swallowed hard at the reminder of Sin’s goal. And my insidious secret.

Sunshine eyes. Kind smile. Gentle hands. Blood.

Arsen laughed, a cruel sound to rival Sin’s. “What, lost your daddy?”

Sin’s hand snapped out, bony knuckles cracking Arsen’s bloodied cheek. “My brother, actually.”

My heart stuttered, terror filling me with enough dread to curdle my gut.

If Sin knew what had happened. What I’d done. He’d kill me.

No more stolen kisses and confusing declarations.

He’d finally snap my neck.

How could he not? His brother had saved my life, and I’d got him slaughtered for his mercy.

I hid my trembling hands in my pockets, watching the scene unfold. I needed to get out of here before Sin found out the truth.

Arsen had been there. He hadn’t been the one to kill Sin’s brother, but he’d watched as Leo slid his blade into the vulnerable demon’s chest.

Malice sharpened the hunter’s bloody smile as he aimed it my way. “He doesn’t know. Does he?” Maniacal laughter followed. “Oh, this is just priceless.”

Sin’s attention flicked towards me. “Know what, poison?” His voice dropped to a deathly low octave, so soft and yet so deadly.

Arsen cackled like a damn witch, the unhinged sound seeming to echo through the bright corridor. “The bitch you’re fucking got your brother killed.”

Sin tensed, betrayal slicing through his expression before rage swallowed him whole. An animalistic roar shook the walls as he vented his anger.

He reached forward and grabbed Arsen’s throat, ripping it out with his claws.

The hunter collapsed, blood gushing over the cream carpet in a bright torrent. Sin dropped the flesh in his grip. He turned to face me, eyes pitch black like the stars had been snuffed out.

I didn’t recognise the demon before me.

But I knew death when it snarled in my face.

Chapter 39

Sin slammed me into the wall, right next to where he’d just murdered Arsen.

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