Page 108 of Pray for Scars
She slowly stands to her feet and Maverick straightens. The fire crackles, and half of the warehouse is nothing but a black skeletal frame, barely holding onto its structure. It’ll collapse soon.
I watch her walk toward Mav, press her bloody palm to his black jacket. He tenses, his shoulders squared, his jaw clenched, skeleton bandana around his neck. But he doesn’t look away from her.
And neither do I.
“Save him,” she whispers, nodding her head to the fire at Mav’s back, but she doesn’t look away from Mav’s pale blue eyes. She steps closer, and I see Mav’s hand wind around her back.
I tense, run my hand over my face and realize it’s covered in blood, the irony smell of it making me swear.
But they don’t look at me.
“Please,” she pleads with Mav, looking up at him likehe’sa savior. “Please.” She stands on her toes, presses a soft kiss to his cheek, getting blood on him, too.
My blood.
I grit my teeth, but don’t move.
She steps back from him. Her lip trembles. “Don’t let him burn, Mayhem. Please don’t let him burn.”
Maverick’s hand drops to his side.
I see him swallow. And then he nods.
“Okay, Angel.”
And he fucking runs into the burning building.
For his sister.
Formy brother.
Chapter Twenty-Three
She’s sleeping,and not because she wanted to.
She’s sleeping because I made her. Because if there’s anything my father knows about aside from the stock market, how to keep the Vatican happy, and politics in America, it’s drugs.
But he’s not my father anymore.
And he’s not alive anymore.
And everything in his house belongs to me.
Pammie, my stepmom, fled from the church, and she should thank whatever god she gets down on her knees before each night that I love Sid more than I care about fucking her over.
I had to pry Sid’s mouth open, force the drink down her throat, but now she’s curled up in my bed asleep, and she won’t wake up for several hours.
I didn’t want to drug her.
But she needs to rest.
I glance at the X on my palm, the mark that binds us. Coagula.
The 6 could do nothing but acknowledge it. Accept it.
With Maddox Astor disappeared, and Elijah Carter—Ezra’s father—as the newDominusafter I approved his title, willing to publicly support my choice to bind Sid to me, there’s nothing anyone can do about it. About her.
Not a damn thing.
