Page 12 of Immortal Sins
Her stunned gaze settles on my disheveled hair before it bounces over to Flynn. “Not you, too. Is the entire male population blind or something?”
“Hey, Jess.” Flynn releases me, unfazed, and grabs a water bottle from the small refrigerator tucked underneath his desk.
Jessa jumps off the bed and stalks closer. “The rumors about you are true. A Fae whore, nothing more.”
The insult shreds through my dignity and pride. That’s exactly what I feared would happen, but I’d rather endure vile gossip for the rest of my life than be a puppet in Oz’s game. If that’s the price I have to pay, I’m good with it.
I brace my hands on my hips. “What about it, Tinkerbell?”
Jessa’s perfectly-shaped blue eyebrows bend in a cruel, condescending manner. “You must give really good head.”
A hollow smile colors Flynn’s face. “You want to watch?” He sits at the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his thighs. The predatory look on his face scatters tremors down my spine.
I’m frozen in place, torn between the need to head for the door and the devious, tantalizing urge to feed Jessa’s obvious jealousy. I reach for the water bottle in Flynn’s hands and swallow a few mouthfuls.
“Ugh. No, thank you,” Jessa squeaks.
Flynn picks a piece of lint off my skirt. “Too bad. You could learn something.”
I press the back of my hand to my mouth not to spit water out. Jessa’s horrified grimace warms my ears and neck.
“Why are you here, Jess?” he asks.
“We’re hostages, Flynn.Pri-son-ers.” She enunciates slowly as though he’s too dumb to understand.
He waves her worries away with a nonchalant hand. “We’re fine. They’ll find a way to bring us home soon enough.”
“You’re useless.” Jessa slams the door shut behind her.
Flynn runs the back of his index finger down my thigh. “You must stay at least two hours if everyone is to believe we had sex, so maybe we might as well—”
“Gods!” I step away from him.
Like he flipped off a switch, the playful, devil-may-care attitude vanishes, and he serves me a distant nod. “This is good for our cover.”
He bounces off the bed and sits at his desk. The chair squeaks under his weight, and I peek at his papers. A familiar calligraphy immediately catches my attention, and my heart flip-flops. “What is this?”
He quickly covers the letter with his hand. “None of your business.”
I form a dangerous hypothesis. “Cole wrote you a letter about Oz? Are you insane? The Magisterium reads every note that comes in or out of Dark Falls and tests it for enchantments.”
“This is no letter. It’s an ancient Fae stela.” Flynn guards the text like a ghoul guards her younglings. “During a Faerie blood moon, the inscriptions leave one stela and appear on its twin.”
“You and Cole are penpals?” Sweat gathers on my palms. Flynn had access to Cole all this time, and Cole never mentioned it, or even implied we could communicate this way? Why?
Flynn shuffles a stack of papers over the stela. “Cole and I are a lot of things.”
I swallow hard. Cole somewhat denied he was having sex with Flynn.
There would be nothing wrong or particularly surprising about it, given the boys’ reputations, but for reasons I can’t explain, the idea fascinates me. It tugs at something deep in my belly and sparks fire on my neck like nothing else.
I sit on the empty chair next to Flynn and gauge his reaction. “Have you slept with him?”
His knuckles twitch over the desk. “Have you?”
Heat gathers on my cheeks. “Yes.” It’s a cold, hard fact, and denying it will only make me look foolish. But he doesn’t need to know I’m in love with Cole.
Flynn twists in his chair to face me. “Wow. You admitted it. I didn’t think you would.”
