Page 8 of Bells

Badly.

The way I wanted Church couldn’t even rival the feelings I had for Sin. Sin was my way to pass the time. Church was the way to pass eternity.

Church was meant to be mine. He’d been promised to me. . .

It angered me that Sin kept turning me down on inviting Church to join us. It was OK for him to do it with Melanie and Church, but it wasn’t OK for Church to be with us. It didn’t make sense.

I’d seen Church look at me. He’dseenme. I knew I was on his radar now.

I just needed to get Sin onboard. If Church wanted me, I’d be brought in. I wasn’t all that into Stitches or Ashes, but I’d fuck with them if they all wanted me. I could be their girl. A queen in this fucking nuthouse.

I deserved to be a queen.

“Hey, Ding Dong,” a deep voice called out to me.

I slowed to a stop and looked to the alley where the voice had called to me from.

Seth Cain stepped out from the shadows, his blue eyes dark, his full lips tilted into a smirk. His collar and first two buttons on his white uniform top were unbuttoned, half of it was untucked. and he wasn’t wearing his blue Chapel Crest blazer.

“Fuck off,” I snapped at him, hating his shitty nickname for me. He’d been calling me that since I’d known him, and that had been a long ass time. I assumed it had to do with the sound a bell made.

“Aw, what’s wrong with my favorite little narcissistic stalker today? Is she mad because a certain watcher isn’twatchingher back?” He stepped closer to me and cocked his head.

I glared up at him. He was tall like the watchers were. Built like them as well. I’d seen him working out in the gym a lot. And he ran. Often.

If he wasn’t the absolute most insane person in here, I’d have been more interested in him. He went by the name Asylum. Rumor had it he’d carved out his stepfather’s eyeballs with a fork and made him eat them.

There was sexy crazy then there was Asylum. He was beyond the scary crazy kind.

I was sure his crimes were worse than that of his stepfather, but I made it a point to stay away from him. My own problems were enough to deal with. Adding some psycho’s shit to my list didn’t fit into my agenda.

“Go fuck yourself,Asylum,” I snarled at him.

He stopped in front of me and let out a soft laugh. “Fuck myself?Ourself, don’t you mean, Ding Dong?”

Right. He also heard voices. He was a complete head case.

“Don’t call me that.”

He cocked his head in the other direction, his blue eyes so intense they bordered on creepy. I could practically see his crazy swimming around in the blue pools.

“I’m obsessed too,” he murmured, ignoring my request. “I killed her. The obsession started after.”

I swallowed thickly and looked around. We were alone out here. Of all the fucking times for the wards to be gone, it had to be now.

“You killed a girl?” I asked, wondering how far I’d get if I just ran. Judging by the open space and how in shape I knew he was, not far. I’d have to endure until someone arrived or he got bored.

He nodded. “She was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. Her hair was black as pitch and her eyes. . . so many colors. I see them still when I close my eyes. How big they got when she realized I was going to hurt her. She trusted me. She loved Seth so very much, and I . . . I loved her. Too bad she never got to know just how much.”

“That’s. . . unfortunate,” I muttered.

A tiny, sad smile graced his pretty face. “One might say Sinclair is a lot like my girl was. Too trusting. Didn’t see the forest for the trees. She was so focused on our safety that she neglected her own. Funny how those things happen, isn’t it?”

“What aren’t you saying?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

He began to circle me like a predator. I adjusted my backpack on my shoulder and kept my head high. Asylum was the sort of creature who preyed on fear. I’d not give him mine outwardly if I could help it. I’d dealt with wicked men before. I could handle him.

“She wants to know what we aren’t saying,” he said with a soft laugh.

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