Page 56 of Sin

“We . . . will . . . never . . . stop,” the demon said through choked gasps. “The . . . whore . . . belongs . . . to him.”

Rage turned my vision red, and with a fierce bellow, I stalked to where Grim had him held immobile. In one smooth move, my sword sank through his skull and straight into the marble beneath.

Grim swore. “Did you really have to ruin the marble? Now I’m going to have to replace the entire floor.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sorry. I’ll try to be more careful the next time I’m saving your life.”

“Saving my life? The fucker was already dead.”

“You better than anyone should appreciate the difference between dead and dying. He wasmostlydead, at best.”

The demon’s body turned to ash, revealing my sword, coated in blood and buried at least two inches deep into the stone. I didn’t want to think about why my reaction to the asshole’s words was so strong, only that I was doing my duty and protecting our charge. It definitely wasn’t him calling her a whore that lit such a powerful fire within me.

Grim stood to his full height, raking a hand through his silver hair before turning to me, a retort on the tip of his tongue. But the soft ding of the elevator arriving on our floor stopped us both as we watched the doors open, revealing a lone black feather.

“There was another one,” I said, heart pounding as I raced to the staircase and leapt over the railing, landing in a crouch on the bottom floor.

Merri

Sin’s armwas an iron bar across my chest as he pushed me deeper into the room and farther from the conflict we could hear in the hall. For the second time tonight, it felt like the world flipped on its axis. One moment I’m deep in Operation Make The Horsemen My Bitches, and the next we’re in the middle of—I shit you not—a break-in.

The brush of Sin’s warmth across my tits had me fighting the urge to punch him in the kidney even as the contact sent shivers down my spine. Now was not the time to lust after the sexy incubus. It was a simple biological response to his magic. Nothing more.

“Stay put. We’ll handle this,” he said softly, his attention locked on the direction Chaos and Grim had disappeared.

I opened my mouth to argue thedon’t worry your pretty little headof it all, but decided against it.

“Good girl. Just like I like you, mouth shut, eyes open,” Malice muttered.

Oh, he was in for it. I was going to make his life a living hell once we were done fighting to stay alive.

Chaos’s resonant rumble filtered to us, stopping any other conversation. “The Prince.”

My brows furrowed in pure confusion. There was a prince? That was new.

“Already?” Sin asked, but Malice stopped him with a harried, “Shh.”

A guttural male voice I didn’t recognize joined in. “That’s right. I see the fear in your eyes, mighty warrior. Our master wants what you have.”

Me? Oh fuck. It was me, wasn’t it?

Goddammit. I just wanted to live in my little bubble and cam in peace.

But I guess Lilith knew what she was talking about when she sent me here. She’d seen this coming. Which also meant all the alpha male posturing these guys had been doing wasn’t just an act. I really was in danger.

Shit.

Apprehension raced through my veins like lightning, making me tingle in a very uncomfortable way. I took a few steps back, and then a couple more for good measure, until I was practically pressed into the far corner of the room.

“Why are they talking this out? What the fuck is Grim doing? He should have killed them all by now,” Sin asked Malice, his stance still tensed and ready to defend his territory.

“I don’t think he can.”

A look of confusion flickered across Sin’s face before he seemed to cotton on to whatever Malice was hinting at.

“You think they’re Knights?” Sin asked, voice laced with disbelief.

“Where a Prince goes, they follow.”

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