Page 9 of Bells

Great, his voices were here too.

“We are saying that Sin is so focused on his love of you that he fails to see that you want one of his best friends. Ah, such a tangled web we weave when we first practice to deceive.”

“Are you quoting Sir Walter Scott?”

“We are,” he said, stopping in front of me. “But it’s the truth, is it not?”

“I don’t know what you and your invisible friends are talking about.” I sneered at him.

He looked to his left and frowned. His lips moved, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying.

He finally looked back to me. “That was rude, Ding Dong.Veryrude. You should be more kind to those who are trying to help you.”

I snorted at him. “Whatever. I need to go.” I turned to walk away from him, but he called out to me.

“If you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.The watchers don’t take prisoners. They take lives. Do not play games with them.”

I turned back to him. “What?”

He cocked his head at me again, his blue eyes raking over me slowly. “Mm, yes. It’s so sad.”

“What is?” I demanded.

“You see, Ding Dong, I’m caught in a moral dilemma. I could continue to warn you off the watchers or. . . “ He frowned.

“Or what?”

His blue eyes locked on me.

“What? Are you getting a message from the other side?” I rolled my eyes at him. He really was a fucking nut.

“Or I could let you meet your fate at the lake and get back what I lost,” his voice trailed off, his brows crinkled tightly. He winced and smacked at his head. “Fuck. What the fuck?”

I stared at him, fascinated by whatever he was doing.

“Rinny,” he called out softly. “Fuck. I-I didn’t mean it. I wanted to protect you from the wicked. . .” He smacked his head again and let out a shuddering breath. “No. I wouldn’t change it! Fucking stop! She can’t come back. She fucking can’t. She’s dead. Dead. DEAD! In a box. In a box.” He fisted his hair and tugged at it. “Stop!”

I backed away. If ever was a time to leave, it was now, but something about seeing this massive, beautiful guy cracking and breaking did something to me. He fascinated me.

He went to his knees, his fingers still twisted in his dark hair, humming some song I didn’t recognize.

“Don’t do it,” he called out softly. “Ding Dong, the witch is dead. The witch is dead. The witch is dead. Or do it. . . and bring me back my dead. Dust in the wind. Ashes. Ashes. Ashes. Fire. You’ll burn, Ding Dong.”

That was enough for me. I hightailed it out of there. His type of crazy was too much for me today.

I’d leave Seth Cain to battle his demons on his own. It was a known fact Seth liked to get inside other people’s heads and mess with them.

There was only room for me inside my head.

Hell if I’d let Seth Cain in too.

SIN

Ithrust in and out of her body roughly, enjoying the warm, wet heat of her pussy as it clenched around my cock for the second time that night.

“Sin,” Isabella moaned softly as I fucked her harder. She liked it rough, and I didn’t mind giving it to her.

“Mm,” I grunted, slamming into her pussy hard and jostling her tits.

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