Page 25 of Betrayed By Sin
“Yeah. Me too.”
And just like that, the wall between us begins to crack.
It’s not perfect. It’s not simple. But it’s still us, two girls who met under false pretenses, who needed one another.
That has to count for something.
SIX
Sin’s POV
Bria slips through the front door just after midnight.
Quiet. Careful.
But not careful enough.
I’m sitting on the bottom step of the staircase in the dark, elbows on my knees, hands steepled in front of my face. I don’t say anything at first, I just listen to her move through the foyer like she thinks she’s got time to disappear upstairs.
“You’re late,” I say quietly.
She jumps. “God, Sin,” she mutters, hand clutching her chest. “What is it with you and sitting in the dark like some brooding vampire?”
I shrug, staring ahead. “You weren’t answering your phone.”
“I was busy.”
I finally look up at her.
She’s wearing a jacket I haven’t seen before, cream-colored, collar turned up like armor, and something underneath it that clings faintly to the air when she moves.
That’s when I smell it.
Vanilla.
But not just any vanilla.
Her vanilla.
Soft. Smoky. Warm.
Magnolia.
I freeze.
Bria notices immediately.
Her body tenses like she’s waiting for me to say something, waiting for me to make it worse. And I do.
I shift forward slightly on the stairs, worry creasing my brow. “You were with her.”
Bria doesn’t answer right away. She glances down, and then back up. “I’m not doing this with you tonight.”
“Too late.” I stand slowly. “You saw her.”
She walks past me toward the kitchen. “I didn’t plan to. It just happened.”
“And what, you two caught up over pasta and pretended our families aren’t trying to ruin each other?” I spit.
