Page 39 of Sinful Sacrifice

God, what does he want now?

A fucking kidney?

Probably wants to bludgeon it with his stupid pin.

I swing the door open. “I said no, Cernach—” I retreat a step at the realization it’s not Cernach, thank God.

Two women stand in front of me. One with messy brown curls and the other with bright maroon hair. Darcy and Genesis. I recognize them from the funeral.

“Hi, Pippa.” Darcy adjusts her Chanel bag on her shoulder.

My gaze bounces between them as I search for answers. “Hi.”

Genesis’s smile puts me at ease. “Damien sent us to help get you ready for your date.”

“I’m sorry …” I blink at them. “Date?”

Darcy nods.

Since I don’t know what to do and definitely don’t want Cernach overhearing us, I wave them inside. As soon as Genesis shuts the door behind her, I speed-walk to the couch for my phone to call Damien.

“Darcy and Genesis are here to help me with a date I have no clue about,” I say as soon as he picks up.

“They’re taking you out for the day. Spoil yourself, and I’ll pick you up at eight.” He hangs up.

I drop my phone on the couch. “I guess I’m going on a date tonight.”

Genesis squeals.

Darcy grins.

Two years.

That’s how long it’s been since I’ve gone on a date.

I still have date PTSD from that one.

A girl from my barre class set me up with her brother. He was an hour late, took me to a steak house despite knowing I was a vegetarian, and conveniently “forgot” his wallet. I ended up paying for both my side salad and his one-hundred-dollar porterhouse. After that, I blocked his number.

I decided I’d find a man the traditional way.

No, not by arranged marriages or offering up a dowry.

Through fate.

Eventually, I’m destined to come across a hot guy in a coffee shop or on a train.

Or have a wild incident where a handsome man threatens me in a casino.

Not that dating has been a priority for me. My life revolves around dance and my family. Your family’s survival becomes a priority when your father squanders every penny gambling.

That’s the reason I moved out.

Not a piggy bank is safe in the Elsher household.

Genesis and Darcy practically pull me out of my apartment. I don’t put up much of a fight, though. They just lost their best friend. They could ask to move in with me, and I’d say yes.

We pile into Darcy’s white BMW. I take the back seat, my mind buzzing with questions, but stay quiet during the drive.

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