Page 161 of Sins of the Heart
In the year after that terrible night, she’d bounced
through three therapists. Stockholm syndrome. Trauma
bonding. Capture bonding. They’d offered all sorts of
pat answers. Problem was, Dagan Krayl hadn’t kidnapped her or captured her. He’d saved her ass.
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Was that trauma? Not hardly.
Besides, she couldn’t tell any of them what had
really gone down. Couldn’t tell them about the hearts
and the blood and the darksouls. They’d have locked
her away and put her on lithium.
So she’d told them only half a story, which meant
they’d been able to offer only shallow understanding
and half-baked diagnoses. And she’d continued to
dream of blood and hearts and greasy, slithering darksouls tethered by bands of fire.
Oh, and she’d continued to dream ofhim.
“Reaper boy,”he echoed, and she cursed herself for
that mistake. Should have kept her mouth shut. “You
know what I am.”
She gave a one-shouldered shrug. No point lying.
She’d already given away the game. “Soul reaper.”
“You know what I do.”
Duh?She spread her hands, palms up. “Reap
souls?”
His gaze dipped to her lips, and she felt the heat of
that look all the way to her toes. “I see you still have a
mouth that gets you into trouble.”
“Guess I do.” There were all kinds of trouble her
mouth could get into. With him.
Crap.
