Page 113 of The Sinner: James

Her eyes glint with concern.

“I left my phone at home,” I say, seized by panic.

She ponders for a second, not grasping the seriousness of this detail.

“Don’t worry. He’ll show up. It’s his party, after all... And his damn mansion,” she murmurs, smiling.

A bad feeling falls through me, though, my pulse spasming in my throat while I try to remember where I left my phone.

“Oh, fuck. I tossed it on my bed after I talked to him.”

“And?”

“You know she likes to snoop around. What if she’s found it? It’s easy to figure out who JS is. He is the only person I have talked to these past few weeks other than you.”

“Do you think she’d be so cool and collected if she found your phone?”

We lock eyes.

She’s probably right.

Had she known about him, Daria would’ve come looking for me to grill me with her snarky remarks.

“You’re probably right,” I say, pushing out a sigh of relief.

“Take it easy, girl. You’re going to have a heart attack,” she murmurs, patting me on my shoulder.

Fanning myself, I take a few long breaths.

“That’s much better,” she adds, a smile tugging at her lips.

Her gaze swings away.

“Oh, my...” she exclaims in awe as a blackBugatti Veyronand a black Ferrari pull up in front of the house.

The doors slide open, and James slips out of the first car while Lex and Ed climb out of the second.

Damn.

We freeze, looking at them, wide-eyed.

“Why can’t they travel like most of us mortals?” she asks, craning her neck to see them better. “Is that what they look like?” she murmurs to herself. “How old are they?”

“James and Lex are twenty-five, and Ed is twenty-four,” I say, not much air rolling into my lungs.

I train my eyes on them as they saunter to the house. Their tall, hard bodies fill their tuxedos perfectly.

They flash charming smiles, drawing people’s eyes.

“The fucking Kings. Some just have it all,” Eve murmurs. “Can you imagine being stuck with them in bed for a few hours?”

“Shut up, Eve,” I say under my breath, chuckling quietly.

“Their hands and lips, and those hard bodies, not to mention their––”

“Shut up,” I say again, my chest rocking with laughter.

“Smiles… I wanted to say,” she adds with a smirk.

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