Page 107 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

Ah, the little things. But the lack of pain does little to make me feel better. In fact, all I’d like to do now is find Vitry and give him a taste of pain—show him I’m not the easy target he clearly thinks I am.

“Minnie! Where are you going?”

I swivel and come face-to-face with the object of my annoyance.

There he is, this damned Vitry, in all his handsome glory. Starched uniform, not one speck of dust anywhere on his clothes. His hair is swept to the side in a careful style. There’s nothing out of place with him.

I glare at him, but all he does is smile.

Even his eyes smile—those damn green eyes.

“Why did you leave? I got you some donuts.”

My stomach rumbles—the traitor.

This time, however, not even sweet, sugary donuts will sway me. I will not become a slave to my cravings.

“I do not want to be around shovels like you,” I tell him angrily.

His lashes flutter. They’re rather long lashes. For a male, of course. Not that I’m noticing. I’m only focusing on them because I’m secretly wishing some dust would enter his eyes so he would tear at the sight of me.

Yes, oh, yes! Nowthatwould be rather marvelous.

Remember who you are, Minerva!

I am a goddess! A demon slayer. I’m not just some nurse he can charm with his smile, green eyes, and sweet donuts…

I’ll show him!

“Are we back at that?” He sighs. “I told you I am not a rake.”

“Oh, yes. You are. You will not fool me anymore,Vitry,” I state emphatically as I take a step forward and poke my finger into his chest—hm, a very hard chest.

“Vitry?”

“I know Mine isn’t your real name. Don’t try to deny it.”

He doesn’t seem surprised at my accusation. He doesn’t even blink an eye.

“I will not.”

“So you admit it.”

He shrugs.

“You… Did you have fun laughing at my expense?” I grit out.

“It was a lighthearted joke, Minnie.”

“Don’t call me that. You’ve lost your Minnie privileges.”

“Come on, tiny darling. You know I would never laugh at your expense.”

“Do I?” I narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t think I do. As a matter of fact, I hardly know anything about you.”

“You do?—”

“What, that your name isnotMine?” I roll my eyes.

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