Page 67 of Holy Sinner

“She didn’t fucking scratch my eyes out,” Rafe says as he seemingly steps out of thin air. Alexia jumps and I scowl at him.

“Can you not pop out of nowhere? We have a fucking killer on the loose.”

“What else is new?” he asks and gives me a once over that lets me know the killer he’s talking about is us.

“Cute but read the fucking room.”

“Hi Rafe. Are you okay?” Alexia twists her hands in front of her and bites her lip. “I didn’t know if you would be okay after what happened today.”

“Today was just some nerves, that’s all.”

Alexia narrows her eyes. “That didn’t look like nerves. She slapped that bottle out of your hand and was screaming.”

“See, that actually did happen. And like I said, it was just nerves.”

“But-”

Rafe nods his head down the trail. “And I think I’m tired, so it’s time for you to head out, Alexia. It’s starting to come down now. You wouldn't want to get caught in a storm.”

I’m not surprised that Rafe knows her name, even if I’ve never seen him talk to her. “I-ah, yeah, I should get going.” She pulls her jacket closer and then gives me a quick smile. “Thanks for listening to me, Grant. It means a lot.”

I give her the smile I only bring out for red carpets. “Always. You can tell me anything.”

Alexia’s breath catches and I know the smile landed the way I wanted. She stumbles away into the rain starry-eyed and thinking we’re the best of friends.

Chapter Thirty-Two

RAFE

“What the fuck was that?”

When I came up the trail the last thing I thought I would find was the makeup artist that found Jane cozying up to Grant. Fucking rainfall made it impossible to hear what they were talking about but it also gives me the advantage of being able to sneak up on them. Grant’s too focused on her and the treeline beyond the cabin. I think through the names I know, the faces that I’ve seen and her name bubbles up to the surface.

Alexia.

She’s been nice to Kit and that’s the only reason her name has stuck with me. I like to know who’s good to my girl but mostly it’s to know who deserves to have their tongue ripped out for fucking with her. When I’m close enough, I can hear what Alexia is saying.

“No, someone else…at least I think so. She went psycho and threw herself at him, tried scratching his eyes out too before security pulled her off of him.”

Of course the facts about what happened have gotten a dose of drama added to them. It’s exactly why I wanted to make Jasmine lose her shit today. If someone from set hasn’t already made a call to the bloggers and paparazzi I’ll be surprised. By tonight, it’ll be all over socials, which suits my plans fine but I can’t show it in public.

“She didn’t fucking scratch my eyes out,” I snap and stalk towards Alexia and Grant. Alexia jumps in surprise and so does Grant. Fucker was definitely not watching the trail like he should have, which brings us to now.

“What was what?” Grant asks and nods down the trail after Alexia. She’s out of sight now, far enough away for us to speak freely.

“She thinks it’s Holly,” he says without explanation.

“That’s not what she was talking about. She was talking about the shit that went down with Jasmine today, wasn’t she?”

Grant rocks back on a foot and gives me a curious look. “Seems like you already know what she was talking about and what actually happened. You wanna explain to me why she was saying Jasmine scratched your eyes out?”

I cluck my tongue. “Why? You worried about me, baby?” Grant doesn’t immediately tell me no, so I know he is and I grin at him. “She didn’t do shit. I just pushed her some so she took the heat off of Kit. Jasmine is going to be the only thing these vultures are going to be talking about.”

He gives a grunt that usually means ‘fine,’ so I turn my attention to what he said about Holly. “Why would she think Holly did it?”

He holds up a hand to stop me. “I’ll explain that in a minute but this is more important. We have to fucking move,” he says as he whips a couple of photos out of his pocket and into my hand. I bring them close and shield them from the rain that’s definitely a storm now.

The first photo makes my stomach turn. It’s of Kit. She’s beautiful and unassuming, worry pinches her face as she stares out of the window. But it’s the next photo that has me wanting to kill someone.

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