Page 56 of Bells

Sin’s hand trembled over mine. “I-I. . .”

“Together, Sinclair,” I said.

He locked eyes with me. “Together.” He nodded. “I-I agree.”

“So be it,” I whispered, a thrill rushing through me. I hadn’t killed a person in months. The fact it was going to be this bitch excited me.

How many lives were we saving by ending hers?

The answer was simple. Four. Ours. Because we were saving each other.

BELLS

Someone dropped a note on my desk as I sat in Sister Elizabeth’s class. I glanced at the person to see it was some guy named Bryce. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was being cryptic about asking me out or something.

Three days ago I’d told Sin everything I’d wanted to say to him. I’d watched him waver and crumble. I was overly satisfied and felt nothing over the incident except my rage. I wanted him dead. I wanted Asher Valentine dead. Both would be excellent trophies to take home to Everett.

With Church at my side, I knew Everett would welcome me back if I brought him the bodies of the watchers. And since Stitches was already his son through adoption, we could be one happy family like Everett had intended in the beginning.

It was perfect.

I unfolded the paper to see a handwritten note.

Meet me tonight at my place. We’ll be alone. We can finish what we started.

-Church

My heart jumped in my chest. I’d won. I’d finally won. Church wanted me. He’d come to his senses. I’d get to go home with my prize.

Quickly, I gathered my things and left the room as Sister Elizabeth called out to me to get back there. There was no fucking way I was going back. I was going to get my love. My Church.

“It’ll be hard to breathe,” Asylum’s voice came out.

I glanced to see him coming out from an alley between two buildings. He fell in step with me.

“Not now,” I muttered. “I don’t have time for your crazy."

“Now is the only time we have.”

I ignored him.

“Do you want to die, Ding Dong?”

I stopped and spun to face him. “Why are you harassing me?”

“Is that what I’m doing?” He blinked his icy blue eyes at me and cocked his head. “You killed the baby.”

“That’s not the only thing I’m going to kill.”

“You’re a wicked soul, Isabella. Sophia. The little girl. Did she scream?”

“Until the end,” I muttered, rolling my eyes at him. “Why? Does that get you off?”

“No. I’m not you,” he said softly. “I get off on many things. Except that.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Say what you need to say. I’ve got more important things to do than deal with you.”

“I was just going to warn you. . . but I think I’ll let you go. Some of us deserve to win sometimes.” His brows crinkled and he cocked his head again. “She’s coming. Who? Who is she?”

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