Page 138 of Sinful

“I’m not fucking hugging you. I barely can stand next to you.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not telling you I want to roll in the snow with you, Andrews. Besides, I doubt you could handle me. I’ve heard you’re vanilla.”

“Fuck off,” he grumbled. “And what are you? Chocolate?”

“Me?” I looked over at him. “I’m a spicy little jalapeño, baby.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “You know, sometimes you and Asylum are hard to tell apart.”

I nodded. “Good. That’s the point.”

“A frustrating one,” he muttered.

I ignored him and continued to watch Sin and Sirena. Bryce and I had come out here to walk and talk after I had him go with me to knock Jeff Lowe around a little bit. I’d heard he had some information about who had hurt Sirena. It turned out he was trying to make himself important and had nothing. Well, not nothing. Now he had two black eyes and a broken leg, but hey, some lessons were hard ones to learn. I didn’t mind being the teacher.

I smiled at the fact Bryce hadn’t tried to stop me. Instead, he’d simply watched silently while the crack of bone echoed through the night. Bryce was as twisted as the rest of us here at Chapel Crest. He just hid it better.

I admired that about him. That and his determination. He was stronger than anyone realized, the watchers included.

“Excuse me,” I said, stepping out of the shadows and adjusting my rabbit mask.

“Where are you going?” he demanded in a soft hiss.

“It’s a lovely night for a dance,” I said, turning to smile at him. “Watch. You’ll see.”

Damnit, Mirage. Fucking damnit.” Bryce’s voice faded away as I moved further from the woods and to the cemetery where Sin and Sirena were still sitting.

“Good evening,” I said, stepping up to them. They’d been so lost in one another and their notebook that they were scribbling in they hadn’t noticed my approach.

Sirena’s eyes widened as she took me in, her lips parting. I loved that look on her.

Kiss her for me.

If I kiss her, it’s for me.

Prick.

Asshole.

I silenced the voice in my head and looked to Sin.

“Hey. What are you doing out here?” he asked.

“Oh, you know me. Just outside frolicking.” I smiled at him.

“Of course you were.” Sin took the notebook they’d been writing in and closed it before stuffing it back into his jacket.

“Care to dance?” I held my hand out to Sirena, hoping she’d agree.

“There’s no music.” Sin shot me a sour look.

“Then sing, puppet,” I answered back, not taking my eyes off the beauty in front of me. She cast a look to Sin, who gave her a small nod. It was funny to me she sought his approval. A small flare of anger ignited within me, but I tamped it down, knowing she was that good of a girl and didn’t like stepping on any toes.

Her mitten slid against my palm, and I pulled her to her feet and against my body.

“Ready?” I asked, smiling down at her as I placed a hand on her waist and held her other hand in mine.

A tiny smile quirked her lips upward. That was the only green light I needed.

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