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If that’s a sin, well, I guess I’m going straight to hell.

“It was a field,” I say rigidly, and he cocks his head. This was the night where I ran into Wolf’s arms after something caused the stampede.

“Were the Saints there? Wolf Castro, perhaps?”

This is where I have to decide. Lie and hope that Darcy didn’t say anything or tell the truth and potentially damn Wolf.

I’m hoping Darcy didn’t know he was there though because by the time I found him, it was mass chaos.

“Who?” I ask and his eyes narrow.

Mama leans forward and I shrink away as she hisses, “We don’t have liars in our house.”

How would she know if I’m lying?

“You see,” the sheriff says. “We know you were at their compound, Lilli. My man saw you.”

What man? Does Wolf know they have a traitor in their midst?

Either way, I’m damned if I don’t find my way out of this. Staring at my hands, I mumble, “I saw him once when I went to see Miriam. I’m sorry. I miss her.”

My voice cracks at the end, and I wipe a tear from my eye. I do miss her but it’s sheer terror causing my tears.

“Hm,” the sheriff says. “How did you get from the field to the compound?”

Slumping, I close my eyes. He knows how I got there. He’s baiting the trap now. The question is, who’s he trying to catch? Me or Wolf.

“Wolf,” I say, and he pushes back from the table.

“You got what you need?” Daddy says, following.

Mama turns to me with a hard glint in her eyes before saying, “Sheriff?”

The sheriff pauses at the door, and she says, “Don’t forget about Miriam. I fear our daughter has lost her way.”

Chapter 16

Lilli

Over the weekend, Mama refuses to listen to my pleas, and I find myself back at the Saturday Market. Luckily this time, Mercy isn’t here but I’m tired and no matter how I try to let it go, worry for my sister, and Wolf circles my soul.

After the incident with the sheriff, my parents decided a suitable punishment was the closet. While I’m grateful I didn’t get the whip, being cast into darkness for two days was not a reprieve.

The entire time, I wondered what the sheriff got out of my confession and worried about what Mama meant when she mentioned Miriam.

Now I’m sick to my stomach at the possibilities. Wolf doesn’t know what happened and I have no way of telling him without defying his orders and facing the wrath of my parents.

I know Wolf said he would take care of it but what does that entail?

I’ve heard countless sermons about the evils of the Shadow Saints MC. I know from my father’s acidic words about how they’re not above the law. Rachel’s angry accusations, although rude in the context of the conversation, were not untrue.

Or so I assume. Am I any better of a person, longing for a man who very well may be a murderer? Would it make a difference if he was protecting me?

Am I going straight to hell?

As though my thoughts conjured him from thin air, I glance up as a shadow forms and find Wolf standing there with a frown. Since that seems to be the normal expression he wears in my presence, I ignore it as I say, “What’s happened?”

When his eyes narrow, I shake my head and say, “Are you serious? I've done what you asked. I’ve been home. Happy now?”

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