Page 63 of Saint

Right below her third text is one I didn’t send.

Violet: I’m fine. I got distracted by something. I’ll catch you up tomorrow.

Mila: Ooooh slut! You better tell me everything.

I’m not sure if I’m disturbed or relieved that Kole texted Mila for me. It wasn’t for her benefit since he wanted me all to himself. But I don’t want her to worry either.

Worry.

Like I wasn’t just fucked by a murderer.

My spine tingles.

Slipping into my shoes, I roll my shoulders back and prepare for the ultimate walk of shame. It’s impossible to tell how many people are still partying downstairs, but there’s no other way out, and I can’t stay here.

I need space.

I need to escape Kole—to be free of Saint.

It doesn’t matter what darkness he tapped into last night; nothing has changed. I refuse to let Saint turn meinto someone like him just because he enjoys feeding into the fantasies only we have shared.

He kills people. I have no choice but to expose him. I just need time to figure out how to do it since I’m walking away without the physical proof I came here for.

Slowly, I walk to the bedroom door and grab the handle, but it doesn’t budge. Kole locked it behind him, which would be comforting from anyone but him. Luckily, I’m able to unlock it from the inside, so I’m not trapped.

I step out into the hallway and am thankful it’s empty. The party has either ended or quieted downstairs because I no longer hear screams or feel the thumping of the bass.

Making my way down the hall, I pass a series of doors that look the same, and I wonder which one is Liam’s. While I used to tell myself I never came here when I was dating him because Sigma Sin made me uncomfortable, I now realize why he never pushed the issue.

There was a whole other side to him I didn’t know existed.

Passing another door, I see it’s half-open, and a woman’s muffled scream draws my attention. Looking over, I freeze in place at the sight in the dim room.

A girl is on her back on the bed. Her hands and feet are stretched out and bound to the four posts, not giving her any room to move. Maddox is fucking her roughly and has his hand wrapped around her neck, which holds her head in place for Declan, who stands at the bottom of the bed, forcing his dick down her throat.

The woman screams out again, muffled by Declan’s cock, and I don’t know whether it’s pain or pleasure. Declan grabs the back of her head and tenses as he thrusts in deeper. His entire body goes rigid as he holds her to swallow him down. Spit and cum spill out from her lips and down her face as he pulls out. Declan looks down at her with amusement as Maddox continues to fuck her.

I take a step back, and it catches Declan’s attention, whose dark gaze meets mine and freezes me in place.

Pulling up his pants, he buttons them and walks over to the door to meet me, still shirtless. I don’t know anything about Declan Pierce beyond the rumors, but I suddenly want to know why he has the wordETERNALcarved into the center of his chest.

“You enjoying the show?” Declan smirks, pausing in the doorway.

“I—” I take a step back. “Sorry, I was headed home, and I just—”

What?

Stopped to watch some girl get fucked by the two of them?

What have I gotten myself into walking into Sigma House?

“Never mind,” I murmur.

“Mm-hmm.” His eyes drag the length of my body, darting over my shoulder when they make their way back up. “Enjoy your night, Violet.”

He closes the door, and I’m frozen, facing it. Staring at the Sigma House insignia carved into the wood like itcan make sense of what this place is. As if it can help me understand why I’m here.

I spin around, ready to run, when I slam straight into a solid chest.

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