Page 77 of Sins of the Heart

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around that.

“Here’s the way this is going to play out, Marin. I’m

going to slit your throat—”

“What the fuck? What the fuck?” He dug his heels

into the mattress, flopping around like a landed fish,

jerking his bound wrists with enough violence to tear

away skin.

“Shut up. Don’t interrupt.” Roxy rammed the heel

of her palm against his forehead, sending his head back

to bang loudly on the headboard.

Reaching for Marin’s hands, she undid the cuff on

one wrist. He flailed and tugged, but she was stronger

than him, thanks to that long-ago mouthful of soul

reaper blood.

“You fucking stole a kid,” she continued. “And it

isn’t the first time you’ve done it, you worthless piece

of shit. But I’m a woman of my word. I said I wouldn’t

kill you, and I won’t.”

He stared at her, wild eyed and panting, a faint

flicker of hope flitting across his features. She

squashed it like a rotten grape.

“I’m going to slit your throat. Not deep enough to

hit the artery, which would see you bleed out in seconds. Just deep enough to nick the vein. That’ll buy you

minutes. You shove your finger in the hole, press hard,

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and you live. Problem is, with one hand chained to the

bed, you’re going to have to pull your finger out to dial

for help.” She laughed. “Decisions, decisions.”

He held up his free hand, slapping at her, trying to

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