Page 167 of Sinful

But then the darkness peeked out and smirked.

Sue me. I wanted all of them. Maybe I was crazy and belonged at Chapel Crest. I knew this choice was mine. Church had told me it was. But everything was a test with him, and it was one I didn’t want to fail. He asked for me to go slow, and so I would. For now. Because, really, I had a lot to figure out.

Sin kissed me again before going to the door and pulling it open. Stitches stumbled in and set his dark gaze on me sitting on the bathroom sink with my legs still spread.

“Perfect. Leftovers,” he proclaimed before taking the spot Sin had been in and burying his face between my legs.

I let out a breath, a soft moan following it as I tangled my fingers in Stitches’s hair, allowing him to feast on me.

Sin’s lips met mine before his hand pushed my top down to cradle my breast, his thumb and forefinger teasing my hard nipple.

When I came in Stitches’s mouth, my mind was made up.

I definitely wanted more.

It spoke volumes about my level of crazy.

My darkness agreed.

BRYCE

Iwatched from my spot in the darkness as Mirage beat the living piss out of Tony Mullins in the center of the clearing.

Tony Mullins.

Sex fiend. Delinquent. 1.2 GPA. Bipolar. Oppositional Defiant Disorder. Single mother. Two siblings, both of whom he abused. Janna, twelve, and Avery, fifteen. Avery he’d put into the hospital. Miscarriage of the baby he forced inside her. He’d beaten her when she’d fought back during his sixth attack on her. He didn’t need Chapel Crest. He needed a hole in the ground.

Mirage’s fist met his face on repeat.

This was more about submission than anything. Tony really was defiant.

“Fuck you,” Tony spat at him. “I ain’t telling you shit.”

Mirage punched him in the face again before letting him drop completely to the ground in a bloody heap. I watched him pull his carrot from his back pocket and take a bite, his face calmer than I’d expect from someone who was near murdering.

The snow was painted red with Tony’s blood, but Tony kept laughing like a maniac.

I sighed from my spot and looked around, making sure we were still alone. That was my job. Be a shadow. Watch. Observe. Report. I was good at what I did. But this was what survival looked like at Chapel Crest.

This time, I wasn’t working with fucking Everett Church. I was working with one of his worst nightmares.

Mirage.

My carrot-wielding, wild rabbit friend.

Well, I figured I could call him a friend. We’d been hanging out a lot more now that Sin was trying to win Sirena over. Mirage had told me this morning that when he got home, all of Sin’s stuff was gone. I already knew Church was home. I’d known before his feet touched the soil here that he was returning. A perk to being a shadow. Mirage assured me Sin had been successful, as he had returned as a watcher and was now part of the group.

It fucked me over because how would there ever be room for me? My idea of loving someone didn’t include sharing her, but I had fallen hard for the silent beauty. I wanted it, and I wanted her to want me. And if I wanted her, she came with them, so I’d have to get used to sharing. It was really that simple.

Disheartening but simple.

A guy like me probably didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell with a girl like Sirena, especially when she already had four guys plus Mirage. Asylum. Or whatever the hell was going on with all that. They’d get in before I would.

Sighing, I focused on the scene in front of me, memorizing everything as was my fashion.

“I’m in a foul mood today,” Mirage said. “And I don’t actually like being violent. It would be a good thing for the both of us if you just tell me what you know about who hurt Sirena Lawrence out here.”

“I’ll tell you that I know you’re a piece of shit,” Tony said through a deranged laugh. “That you work for Church’s old man. That you’re a bigger monster than any of those watcher pricks are. That the black rabbit fucked her sister and realized he wanted the next step up, and it was her. The mute bitch.”

---