Page 148 of Ashes

He breathed out, a muscle thrumming along his jaw.

“You don’t touch her when you’re alone with her, do you?” Sin’s voice was soft as he continued to stare out the window.

“No,” I answered simply.

“You won’t right?” He turned to me, so much turmoil rolling off him I had to take a step back.

Lines are fucking twisted. Pull it back.I exhaled, trying to push away the emotions swirling around me.

It’s hard. You know that.

I hate feeling, andyouknowthat.

Liar.

Fuck you. You know what I mean.

The noise stopped and the emotions rolling around me ended.

I offered Sin a smile. “Do you want me to do it?”

“No,” he said, looking back out the window.

“Why do you lie, Sinclair? You were begging for your tongue to slip to Cady cat. Because you know. . . she’ll tell on you. She’ll lay it all out so you don’t have to. Get on your knees for me and ask me to tell.”

“Fuck you,” he growled. “I’m not getting on my knees for you.”

“You will.” I cocked my head, listening again. “Cady cat is asking my firefly if you hurt her. If you’re the one to put her into the coffin with me.”

He visibly swallowed and balled his hands into tight fists.

“It’s going to hurt when you fall. Don’t worry though. We’ll be there to catch you.”

“Why are you like this?” Sin whispered.

“Why am I like what? Myself? Who else could I possibly be?” I let out a cackle. “Do you want me to role-play with you, Sinclair?”

He shot me a sour look. “You know what I mean. Where’s Seth?”

I widened my eyes at him. “Seth? Why? Do you like him more than me? I’d understand if you said yes just because most people do tend to like him more. However, they don’t know him like we do. They don’t know what he’s capable of. How much he loves to hurt people who deserve it. He’s the right hand of Death.”

“Then who are you?” Sin raised his brows at me.

“Me? I’m the left hand.”

Sin’s gray eyes stayed trained on me. “You asked me why I don’t tell the truth. Why don’t you?”

“I don’t need to tell truths. I show them,” I said with a shrug. “Expect the unexpected with us. We like to be fun like that.”

“Are you really fucking touched in the head? The voices? How many are there?” He narrowed his eyes at me. His anger was showing.

“We are many,” I said in a soft voice. “But I am me, and he is he. We are we.”

He let out a huff of air and went back to staring out the window.

“So you’re Asylum?”

“I’m always Asylum.”

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