Page 20 of Sinful Obsession
Had I done something? Betrayed him? If I made an enemy of Cassian, I might as well start digging my own grave.
Did he think I came here to escape him?
Panic crawled under my skin. What the hell happened in those three years?
What could I have done to turn a man like that into an enemy?
To make him look at me like I was a ghost that murdered someone he loved?
Elodie.
He said I killed her.
Who the hell was Elodie?
The hall was silent now—just me and my fractured thoughts.
I bolted.
The DEN’s concrete corridors blurred around me as I rushed back to my room, adrenaline wearing off. Every inch of me ached, but what scared me most wasn’t the bruises—it was the blankness in my head.
I kicked off my boots, ready to collapse. But as I reached my bunk, I stopped.
The mattress was wet.
I stared, confusion morphing into dread.
“What the hell...” I turned to the newest guy—the one who arrived last and barely spoke. “Did you see who did this?”
He didn’t look up. Just jerked his chin toward the bunks across.
“They did.”
Silas—the chubby brute—and Sebastian, the bastard who broke my nose... and whose jaw I broke in return.
The ones who’d threatened to slit my throat in my sleep.
Now they just smirked, lounging on their beds like they were waiting for a show to start.
“Since we need four to qualify,” Silas said lazily, “we figured we’ll keep you alive.”
Sebastian chimed in, lips curling cruelly. “But don’t get comfortable. We’ll make your life hell... unless, of course...” His eyes drifted downward, pausing suggestively at my waistline.
A pause.
Then, with a grin too wide to be sane:
“Drop your pants. Let’s see what kind of dick you’re packing.”
My heart dropped.
“What?” I snapped, fury rising, masking the cold fear behind it.
He tilted his head mockingly. “Come on, it’s only fair. You want our protection? Prove you’re one of us. Let’s see if it’s even real or just something you stuff down there.”
Silas laughed, “Bet it’s the size of a sewing needle.”
My blood boiled. But beneath the anger was terror.
