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Saint steps to me, pressing his chest to mine, and jutting his hand beneath my chin to tip my face to him. “You’re covered in blood. Wouldn’t want to raise any red flags.”

“Funny, considering you are one.”

He breathes out the faintest chuckle at my remark, and I can’t help but wonder what he looks like when he’s amused—what he looks like at all.

“This way.” He tips his head to the left and guides me in the opposite direction of the staircase. “Like you so eloquently pointed out, I’ve got bodies to bury. Can’t have you giving that away before it’s done.”

“God forbid.” I roll my eyes.

“I already told you…” Saint hums, looking down at me as we walk. “There are no gods here.”

Finally, something from his mouth I actually believe.

12

You Look Tired, Kitten

Saint

My stepfather used tosay I was destined to repeat the cycle. That sin breeds sin, and because of that, our family is incapable of healthy relationships.

Maybe he was right.

Good can’t come from evil.

But beauty is highlighted in darkness.

Like Violet drenched in blood. Legs spread at the hands of death. Red streaks running up the inside of her thighs. A picture of what she will look like when I rip into her for the first time.

My teeth clench as I marinate in that thought.

Her wide eyes. Her pupils blown. Her body painted in blood and cum.

Maybe I should have taken a picture so I couldn’t ever forgetit.

Walking into class, I tell the demons in my mind to be quiet. Therapy might not have cured me, but at least it taught me to keep these thoughts to myself. Which is what makes Violet so dangerous.

She pulls my addiction to the surface. She wants me to show her what I’m craving. She wants to be as sick as I am. And I’m going to make her face that truth until she’s begging me for more.

“Where the fuck did you go last night?” Declan asks as I drop down into the chair next to him.

“Out.”

“Yeah, I got that.” He leans back, kicking his feet up on the desk. “Care to be more specific?”

“Not really.”

He taps a pencil on his thigh, smirking at me. “You know the rules, man; there’s no room for drama over a chick, and I saw you disappear downstairs after Violet.”

“And you care why?” I hitch an eyebrow. “It’s not like Liam’s going to give a shit.”

Declan smirks, knowing I’m right in more ways than one.

The only reason he’s giving me crap about following her is because I wasn’t as subtle about it as I should have been. But there wasn’t time to be careful.

She makes me fucking sloppy.

With Nixon following her around like a puppy, I couldn’t risk it. Violet might have gone on a date or two with him, but she sees the good in people. She doesn’t know him like I do. He’d have fucked her whether she wanted it or not if I gave him the chance.

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