Page 2 of Sinful

Church swung the blade at me. Instinctively, I held my hand out, earning a nasty slash across my palm that had me cursing his name to hell and back.

He’d finally snapped and lost his fucking mind.

It was only a matter of time.

Tricksy Dante Church can turn on a dime.

Stitches jumped into the fray, trying to tug Church off me while we fought.

“I’ll fucking go through you if I have to,” Church snarled at me as I tried to hold his hand with the knife away from my pretty fucking face.

“Dante. Stop. Stop!” Ashes joined in to try to wrestle Church off me as I lay atop a poor, busted-up Bryce.

Church seemed to have developed superhero strength since the last time I’d seen him.

He’s out for revenge.

Clearly.

I managed to get my leg between us and planted my foot in the center of his chest. I shoved hard, sending him flying backward. He landed with a grunt several feet away from me.

Quickly, I got to my feet, ready to continue to defend the dying rabbit at my feet.

“He hurt her,” Church growled, getting to his feet. “Herapedher. Move the fuck out of the way, Seth. He needs to die.”

I ground my teeth together. “Asylum. My fucking name is Asylum. And he isn’t the one.” I frowned. “He can’t be the one. It’s not him.”

“She said Rabbit,” Church hissed out. “Guess who is out here bouncing around in the fucking clearing in a rabbit mask? How many fucking rabbits are on this campus?”

“Rabbits do tend to breed quickly,” I muttered, the shit in my head a blurry mess.

Church let out an angry snarl and lurched forward.

I shoved him in the chest, leaving my bloody handprint on his shirt, but he came back at me. Twisting my fingers in his hoodie, I gave him a shake.

“Fuckinglisten to me, Dante. Fuck. What do you think killing him will do if he’s the wrong guy, huh? If he’s not the one, it’ll fucking rip Sirena’s heart in two. She’ll hate you forever. I exist in her hatred. Wallow in it. Believe me. . .Don’t do this.”

Church’s chest heaved, his green eyes flashing through the moonlight.

“He’s right,” Stitches said, looking to a bloodied Bryce in the snow. “What if it’s not him?”

“And if it is?” Church challenged, glaring in the direction of Bryce. “I’ve been out here when she didn’t think I was. I saw her and him.” His voice cracked. “I know she cares about him.”

“Then we owe it to her to make sure,” Ashes murmured. “We-we overreacted.”

I released Church and stepped back. “We good on this? No skinning this rabbit? No more killing out of habit? He doesn’t die tonight, and instead, we find out who else might?”

“Fucking rhymes,” Ashes said, sighing. “Dante?”

Church continued to glare at a now silent Bryce on the ground behind me. I knew he was unconscious and needed help before he succumbed to whatever the hell Church and the guys had done to him.

“Fine.” Church tucked his knife back into his boot and let out a deep breath. “But when we find out who did this, that motherfucker dies. Even if it’s this little prick. Deal?”

“Without a doubt, and I can guarantee it’ll be a lot more creative and fun than this,” I said solemnly, an inkling of a shadow in my head. It was still too cloudy to make out, but it would eventually emerge. They always did in the end.

Church gave me a grunt and stiff nod, and I completely backed off and turned to stare down at the disaster that was Bryce Andrews.

“You fucking owe me,” I muttered, dropping to my knees beside him and taking in the bloody mess that was once an imposter rabbit.

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