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“No, I’m going to issue her penance in church.” I smirk.

“So, in other words, you’re going to fuck her.”

“Just get her and stop pissing me off.” I snap, and Finn chuckles as he walks out.

“Like it’s hard to piss you off.”

I want to tell him the only thing that’s hard is my cock, but since it’s not hard for him, I keep that to myself and glance over my shoulder at the old confessional.

My little mouse has been a bad girl, and she needs to repent.

Chapter fifteen

Jaxcen

The rap of knuckles on the door tells me it’s not Devon, but it sounds too hard to be Mabel, who was here not too long ago with a tray of food I haven’t touched.

I don’t bother going to the door. I can’t open it. Devon locked me in, and Mabel did the same after delivering me my dinner.

When a key in the lock sounds, I stiffen, sitting up taller on the sofa, trying to ready myself for whatever is about to be thrown at me now, but when the kind eyes of the hulking man, Finn, appear, I relax.

“Expecting someone else?” he smirks.

“Only a monster.” I shrug and he chuckles.

“Speaking of, he’s requested your presence.”

My presence, like he’s a damn king and I’m his not so humble servant.

“You can tell his highness, that if he wants to see me, he knows where I am, since he locked me in here.”

Finn’s smile falls, and a hard expression takes its place.

“I’ll rephrase that, since you must have misunderstood.” He steps in, his glare hella scary, and for the first time, this man doesn’t seem so friendly. “Let’s go, Miss Summers.”

Huffing, I stand, straightening my dress and feeling somewhat better than I did earlier when Devon made me walk around his town pantiless.

“Where are we going?” I ask, not really expecting a response, but Finn surprises me.

“To church.”

My brows shoot up, and I walk faster, because I’m dying to see what the old chapel looks like on the inside.

Finn closes and locks the door behind me, and leads me downstairs and out into the balmy night.

A smile instantly sweeps over my face as the shops come into view, their twinkling Christmas lights starting to engulf the night as the sun sets over Timber Valley.

“Wow, I didn’t notice the lights last night,” I mutter absentmindedly as we walk up the path.

“All Christmas cheer gets turned off at the stroke of midnight.” Finn explains, and I nod, paying him no attention as I glance into the hair salon to see a nativity scene of Mary and Joseph and baby Jesus in the manger.

Huh. I hadn’t thought about it until now, but Christmas is a religious celebration. A Christian holiday that gets passed between generations. Easter too. Maybe I should point that out to the monster king, that his town is already practising religion.

A smug smirk tugs at my lips at the thought of knocking him off his high horse.

“He’s inside,” Finn mutters, dragging me out of my wicked thoughts as he stops at the foot of the path that leads to the chapel doors. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Summers.”

With a bow of his head, Finn just stands tall and waits for me to move, so I nod, a little confused about what is happening, and make my way up the path.

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