Page 56 of Sin

“What will you choose?” Lucas asked in a voice both far away and right next to my ear.

“Stop!” I tried again, but it wasn’t aimed at Lucas. No, I was focused entirely on London. He was all I could see, all I wanted in this miserable world, and I couldn’t lose him. Couldn’t…

“I’m sorry,” Lucas whispered, standing above me now, gripping my wrist. He didn’t wear the dampening cuffs like I thought. No, the cuffs were currently in his hands, meaning he’d let me think I’d put them on him earlier. In the next second, he had the cuff locked around my wrist, restricting my power.

“No!”

London had the mirror pressed against his neck now, and I didn’t care if Lucas got away. I didn’t care. I didn’t care. I’d let the world burn before I let London kill himself.

“I’m sorry,” Lucas said again, actually sounding like he meant it as he backed up. But I barely heard him as I leapt at London, momentarily forgetting the wound in my stomach as my adrenaline spiked.

Just as the glass nicked his skin.

Chapter Eleven

You sh-sh-should see the other g-guy

Igripped London’s arm back before he could cause any more damage to himself, but the damn guy just tried to grab another piece of glass from the ground. The pain in my stomach was too much to ignore any longer, and I moaned as I shoved London on the ground and straddled him. I pinned his wrists at his sides and vaguely wondered if this was how difficult it was to stay on a mechanical bull when he wildly bucked beneath me, attempting to throw me off of him.

Taking the risk, I double tapped my comm. “I don’t know where any of you are, but I need help. Lucas got away.”

A crackle, then, “We know he’s gone,” Blade said, sounding confused. “That’s why we’re looking out here for him. But it’s complete chaos out here. All the rides malfunctioned, and the Ferris wheel fell. Jinx is currently using his power to get as many people out of the wreckage as—”

“It was a trap,” I interrupted through clenched teeth as London managed to wrangle one of his hands free and punch me in the stomach. “He was in the house of mirrors the whole time. He… He got in my head,” I confessed on a shameful breath. I’d let them down. This was the only reason I was even here, and I wasn’t able to do it. I was too weak to keep him out, and he’d made it clear pretty damn fast. “I’m sorry.”

For a moment, there was silence. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m still in the house of mirrors. All of what I told you earlier, it was all him. He has London under his thrall, and I don’t know how long it will take for his influence to ebb.”

“Can you bring London back with your power?”

“No. H-he put the cuffs on me.” I swayed slightly, my vision whiting out for a brief moment. “I don’t think I could even if he hadn’t cuffed me though. I’ve lost a lot of blood, Blade.”

As if on cue, a gush of fresh blood seeped from my wound, wetting the inside of the suit. A wave of lightheadedness overtook me, and London managed to break a hand free again, scrambling for a shard of glass without looking.

“What’s going on?”

I swallowed down my cry of pain when I had to pry the glass from his fingers. “He’s trying to hurt himself, Blade. And I’m not in the best shape to stop him for much longer.”

She cursed over the line. “Okay, Lewis and Mare are circling back for you. Just hold on a little longer, little snake.”

I didn’t feel so great. I tried to keep fighting, because I wouldn’t risk London harming himself. But I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to hold out.

I knew the moment Lucas’s influence must have ebbed though because London suddenly went limp beneath me.

Brown eyes blinked up at me in confusion, and London’s brows slashed down in a frown. “Sin?” His gaze darted around the hall of mirrors as if trying to figure out how he’d gotten here in this position. “What’s going on? Where’s Lucas?”

I laughed, a little hysterically, if I was being honest. It hurt, dios, it hurt, but I couldn’t stop the laughter at first. “I have no fucking idea.”

“What—” His words cut off as he scanned our surroundings with more awareness. “What happened? I don’t remember anything after…” He frowned, and the question was there in his eyes.

I slid off of him, too weak to keep sitting any longer. London lurched after, concern etched into his expression. “Sin!”

“S-sorry,” I said through chattering teeth. “He w-won. I couldn’t… I couldn’t… I…”

I struggled to form words, to form coherent thought. My tongue sat heavy in my mouth, refusing to cooperate, and my shaking only got worse as London cradled my head in his lap.

“Where are you hurt?” he demanded, looking me over but not finding anything since my wound was hidden beneath the suit.

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