Page 60 of Pray for Scars
“Did you fuck him, Sid?” Please God no. “Did your brother get inside of you?”
She shakes her head, but she’s impossible to read. I don’t know what she’s thinking. If she’s lying. If she hates me right now as much as I might hate her.
And then there’s the fact that Jeremiah might not have gotten to her yet. But I’m sure he will soon enough.
If I don’t kill him first.
I close my eyes tight. Something could fix this, this war between us. Something could make my father back down. I think of her hands, the pulse beneath her wrist in my fingers. I think of the Xs on my father’s palm.
That might not be enough for him.
That wouldneverbe enough for him. Not where Sid Rain is concerned.
But maybe something else…
“Are you...” I take a breath. “Could you be...”
She doesn’t say anything, and I open my eyes again, see her watching me carefully. I drop the glass, step around it, slide one hand to the flat plane of her stomach. “Is there any way you could be...”
She glances down at my hand. “I don’t know.” And then she steps away from me, headed for the door.
I groan, bringing my knuckles to my mouth, letting her think she’ll get away.
Then I grab her arm, spin her around and pull her toward me. “I don’t fucking think so.” I’m not done with her yet. Not even fucking close. There’s fire in those silver eyes like molten lava as she glares up at me, catching herself on my chest.
“Let me go,” she snarls up at me.
I’ve got one arm around her waist, the other wound in her hair. “Tell me what you saw. An angel, you said there was an angel. In the church, you whispered about an angel. Tell me what you fucking saw.”
She shakes her head, eyes defiant. “Let. Me.Go.”She tries to yank away from me, but I pull her hair back, forcing her neck up. I can see the smooth column of her throat, see bruises still healing from whoever the fuck laid their hands on her last.
She probably liked it.
In fact, I’d put money on it.
“You lied to me,” she hisses. “You would have fed me to your fucking father—”
I yank her neck back further and she stops talking, the words halting in a quick breath. “I didn’t lie, Lilith.” I bring my lips to her neck, move my mouth against her skin. “You never asked.”
She doesn’t say a word, but her hands form into fists, balling my shirt between her fingers. She can’t look at me from this angle, and I like it better that way. I’m not sure I want to see how she reacts when I ask her, “What did you do for him, Sid? That he threatened Ria for you? Took Natalie, too?”
She stiffens, a small gasp from her pink lips.
“Oh yeah,” I croon against her neck. I can smell her lavender scent mingled with Maverick’s, with someone else who I’m sure is Jeremiah. My hold around her waist tightens. “Maverick might like to wrap a belt around your throat, but he sure as fuck doesn’t keep secrets from me.” I scrape my teeth against the vein in her neck. “Especially not aboutyou.”
I drag her away from me by her hair, push her back up against the wall, shifting my hand from her head to her throat, another hand against her chest.
I need to face it. I need tofeelit. Whatever she’s fucking done, I need to know.
“So what did you do?” I ask, getting in her face, her beautiful eyes full of hate. “Did you get down on your knees for him, Sid? Did you take your brother’s cock in your mouth?” I brush my thumb against her bottom lip, one hand still on her throat. “Did you let him inside you?”
She shoves at me, hitting me hard in the chest, but I don’t move. “How fucking dare you?” she snarls at me. She grabs my wrist, pulling my hand away from her mouth, digging her nails into my forearm. “How fuckingdareyou? You were fucking around withOpheliain your house when I found you—”
“When you almost kissed my best friend? One you’ve already spread your legs for?”
“—and you have the fucking nerve to be madat me?”She digs her nails deeper and yanks me closer. I move my hand from her throat to the wall above her head, so she’s flush against my body. Her eyes narrow as I completely crowd her space, but she doesn’t let up the pressure against my skin. “Afteryou drug me, let your friends put their fingers inside of me—”
I grab her face in my hand, cutting off her words. “Don’t,” I snarl, tilting her head up. “You damn sure didn’t have a fucking problem spreading your legs for them, Lilith.” My mouth hovers over hers and I can feel her pants against my lips. “You don’t seem to have a problem spreading your legs for anyone.” I lick my lips. “Who made you like that, Lilith? Who fucked with your little head?”
