Page 97 of Sin

“I fucking despise you.”

“Right back atcha, wankstain.”

“Wankstain?”

“I keep a running list of all the insults you hurl at me so I can use them back.”

“Fuck’s sake, will you two stop squabbling like a couple of children and focus for one damned second? I can’t find Merri.”

That shut Sin up quicker than I’d expected. He was coming to care for her. I could see it in his eyes. Good. That was good. He had a job to do, and I gathered it would be easier if he fell for her.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“I don’t bloody know. That’s why I called you two out of your rooms. I think she’s gone.”

“Gone where? Perhaps she just nipped to the loo?” Sin asked, adopting a fake British accent. He withered under Malice’s and my twin glares. “What? I was feeling left out. You two sound all posh and cultured. I was just trying to fit in.”

“No,” Mal said.

“But I just sound so stupid. Did she go to the baaaathroom?” he put such emphasis on his American accent I nearly cracked a smile. “See? Stupid.”

“If it walks like a duck and it quacks like a duck...” Mal said, brows lifted.

“How do we find her?” I barked, tired of their shenanigans. “Mal, what can you do? You said she’s got some kind of tracker. Did you implant it when she was sleeping?”

Malice looked at me as if I’d just insinuated he’d performed a heinous offense. “No, I did not implant anything inside her whilst she was sleeping, Grimsby. Who the fuck do you think I am?”

I cocked a brow in answer.

He rolled his eyes, ignoring my silent dig. “She did steal her phone back. I can track that. The satellites haven’t fallen from the sky?—”

“Yet,” Sin supplied helpfully.

“—so the GPS should still be working.”

“Should?” I grumbled.

“Well, we haven’t checked, now have we?” Mal pulled his own phone from his pocket and tapped the screen a few times.“Ah, there you are, ma petite. What in God’s name are you doing in a place like... ooooh. She’s safe.”

“How do you know that?” If my fists were clenched any harder, my knuckles would’ve cracked.

“She’s with Chaos.”

“Wait, he took her out on a date?” Sin asked, his jealousy evident.

“No, fuckwit. Does that sound remotely like something Chaos would do?” Mal countered.

“So why is she... ohhhh. Bad girl, kitten. Sneaking out without permission.”

“If he doesn’t know she’s there, she isn’t safe at all. Get your things. We’re going to find our girl,” I said, stalking down the hall and toward the elevator.

“Our girl?” Sin asked in a loud whisper.

“Guess he’s not as impassive as he pretends.”

“Wait, was that him being impassive?”

“Just get your shit, Sinclair.”

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