Page 101 of Sin

“Are we there yet?”Sin whined.

Chaos reached back and smacked him. “So help me if you ask that one more fucking time.”

Sin pouted and rubbed the side of his head, careful not to move too much and jostle the sleeping succubus curled up against him. “But he said it wasn’t far. We’ve been driving for eight fucking hours. Eight hours is far. The last time I traveled in a moving vehicle for this long, it was a tour bus. With a whole ass bedroom. Not squeezed in the back of this clown car like a fucking sardine.”

“From my vantage point, you look more comfortable than the rest of us,” Chaos snarled, looking over his shoulder at the man in question.

Was that jealousy in his voice?

“We’re almost there,” I said, clocking the sign I’d been looking for and turning onto the road that would eventually take us to the gate.

I loved it here and hadn’t been back in far too long. Isolated, remote, on a small island in France, this home offered everycomfort I needed with none of the annoying people I was forced to encounter in a city. As we drove down the road covered by a canopy of trees that would be strikingly beautiful in the summer and fall, I wondered if Merri would be as pleased with what I had to offer as she was with Grim’s penthouse. She may have pretended to be unaffected, but she took advantage of every amenity there.

“Wake up, kitten. Mal says we’re almost there,” Sin murmured.

My gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, and I watched her as she stirred. As we breached the canopy cover, I smiled to myself when the château came into view and my hellcat gasped.

“Where are we?” she breathed.

“Don’t get too excited. He’s probably taking us to the groundskeeper’s shack,” Chaos said.

“I can’t believe you still have this place.” Grim turned his silver eyes on me, a curious expression on his face.

He was the only one of my brothers who’d ever spent time here, and that had been centuries ago.

“Call me sentimental.”

“Did you win this place in a bet or something?” Sin asked, craning his neck around to take in more of the sprawling estate.

“Or something,” I muttered, recalling the day I’d first set foot on the property and decided I had to own it. After suffering from a short but deadly battle with an unexpected illness, the original owner had transferred the title over to me.

I pulled to a stop in front of the main entrance and just sat for a moment, taking it all in.

“You said a safe house.” Merri’s tone was almost accusatory.

“Yes.”

“This is a castle.”

“It’s a château.”

“Which means castle.”

I fought a grin. “Technically it means ‘large French country houseorcastle’.”

She rolled her eyes.

The others were already attempting to climb out, but my attention was pulled to the man coming around the side of the house. Ah, so he wasn’t dead then. Splendid.

“Who the fuck is that?” Chaos growled, his whole body stiffening next to the car.

“It’s Christian. The groundskeeper. He’s one of mine, don’t worry.”

“A groundskeeper? This is totally not a safe house,” Merri grumbled, climbing out after Sin.

“Monsieur Laurent?” Christian questioned as he approached, speaking to me in French. “I recognize you from your picture.”

“Call me Mal. You look just like your grandfather,” I replied in perfect French.

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