Page 102 of Twisted Sins

Good! I hope they pay dearly for attacking like cowards during the night when everyone is sleeping.

As soon as the thought filled her mind, she shivered.

My God. I’m turning into a savage like the demon.

Shaking her head, she joined the Kabali women and helped them extinguish the fire.

The fire burned through many tents before it was completely contained. Everyone, including her, was exhausted.

But the demon let out a command, and soon, the people and all their belongings, which they could salvage, were moved deeper into the mountain.

She knew it was the best thing to do, as they couldn’t stay out in the open. The fire attack could be followed by something even worse.

A few makeshift tents were set up where most of the men and women could fit. The rest would sleep in the naturally formed caves in the mountain.

The demon and her tent were given to the men who would guard the mountain's entrance for the rest of the night, which meant she and the demon would sleep in one of the caves like a few other couples.

They were short of blankets, and she gave hers to a couple who would sleep in a cave.

“Please, take it,” she insisted. “I’ll be fine.”

The demon would keep her warm as he emitted heat like a furnace.

Her cheeks heated at the reminder.

A yawn escaped her as she entered the small cave, shivering with the cold. Her clothes and hair smelled of smoke, and she could feel the soot covering her face. She wished she could bathe in the pond, but she knew the water would be freezing.

Just as she lay on the bedding inside the cave, the demon joined her.

“Sit up,” he commanded.

“Why?” she asked, shivering and hoping he would hold her soon.

With an impatient sound, he held her shoulders and made her sit up. And then, he pulled something over her head and dragged her arms up until she was wearing a thick shirt that fell to the middle of her thighs. It wasn’t his black tunic.

She looked down and was shocked to see that it was a dark-colored sweatshirt. The moonlight fell partially into the cave. She read the bold letters across the front, with a logo and a number beneath, and she was stunned.

“This is an Oxford University sweatshirt!” she accused.

Before she could say more, the demon joined her on the bedding and wrapped his muscled arm around her waist before pulling her close against him.

Warmth enveloped her.

But resisting the warmth, she turned in his arms, facing him.

“Is this sweatshirt yours?” she demanded. “Did you go to Oxford University? It has a number on it, which means you played for a sports team at Oxford.”

People often purchased merchandise, but the sports team number indicated it didn’t come from a gift shop and belonged to a player.

Oxford University was in the UK. It confirmed that the demon lived in that country for quite a while after leaving Singoor after his parents died.

Who took care of him?

The demon watched her but didn’t say anything.

“Your mother is from the UK. Did you live with your family there?” she asked.

“Sleep,” he commanded. “We have an early start and a long day tomorrow.”

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