Page 50 of Sin

Realizing he was outnumbered, London clenched his hands at his sides. He faced me with a steely look. “If you die on me today, I’ll murder you,” London promised, grabbing a fistful of my shirt.

“Noted,” I said, amused as I barely managed to touch the ground on my tiptoes.

He released me, and I smoothed down the wrinkles he made in my shirt. I met the eyes of the team and tried to send a reassuring smile. “Let’s get this party started, yeah?”

Mare rolled her eyes and muttered something I couldn’t hear. Her suit wrapped over her, and she nudged me. “Remember, don’t kill him.”

“Lucas? I didn’t plan on it.”

“I mean it, Sin. If you kill him, or anyone really, I’ll lock you in nightmares and let you rot.”

I shivered because… what the hell? “Okay?”

“Stop trying to scare him,” Blade scolded, shoving Mare out of the way. “He knows Osborne wants Lucas alive.”

Mare huffed but didn’t say more.

“We’ll be right out here,” Jinx said, offering me a thumbs up before suiting up himself.

“Thanks,” I said drolly as Lewis disabled my dampening cuffs. I barely managed to bite down my groan of pleasure at having my power returned.

Lewis smiled, like he knew. “I’ll shut off the lights. Your suit should help you see in the dark, but it will disorient Lucas and give you the advantage.”

I didn’t know if I really wanted to fight a Super serial killer in the dark, suit or not. But I did agree that it would help give me an edge. “Yeah, okay.”

London stared me down as I walked up the ramp with Lewis by my side, suiting up as we went.

“Okay, the lights are off,” Lewis said, both hands sparking slightly when he pulled them away from the building. He pulled a pair of tethered dampening cuffs from his pocket. “It’s go time.”

With a nod at him, I took them. After one last look at London, I slipped inside the house of mirrors.

It really sucked finding my way in the dark, Super suit or not.

Night vision only helped so much, and with the added confusion of mirrors, I had to go slow as I delved deeper inside.

My fear climbed up my spine, locking my muscles tight. I tried to breathe calmly as I quietly moved through the maze of reflective surfaces, listening for any sounds.

I kept reaching dead end after dead end, making me frustrated when I still hadn’t found any sign of Lucas.

Was London sure he was here?

A crunch echoed in the otherwise silent house of mirrors, and I went still, listening for any other sounds.

A deep voice muttered something too low for me to hear, and taking a deep breath, I quickly and quietly made my way in that direction, even as every horror movie ever made labeled me a dumbass.

When I rounded a corner shortly later, I spotted a figure hunched over at the end of a long hallway. The person jerked back and forth, clutching at their head as if in pain.

A low keening sound came from the figure, and that’s when I noticed all of the shattered mirrors lying at their feet.

At first, I wasn’t sure if it was Lucas. I’d only ever seen him in pictures, and pictures could be misleading. And this pathetic looking thing hardly looked capable of forming a functioning brain cell at the moment.

I approached slowly, cautiously, needing to get closer and make sure it was Lucas before I wasted using any of my power.

The figure laughed to themselves, rocking back and forth, their long hair hiding their downward face from view.

And then they stopped moving.

I didn’t understand why at first, but then I met two dark eyes in the mirror shards at their feet.

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