Page 19 of Immortal Sins
“The weather forecast announces a rise in humidity and temperature. There’s a big thunderstorm coming. I say we set fire to the forest on the eastern cliffs. I can easily put it out after a few minutes.”
Flynn grabs his chin. “That could work.”
I open my mouth to disagree, but a loud bang on Jeremy’s bedroom door steals my thoughts.
“Jules, open up,” Trent shouts.
The proximity of his voice showers icy rain over our pyromaniac brainstorming, and we all turn a shade whiter. This isn’t a joke. Are we really going to set fire to Dark Falls, even for a moment? What if Trent heard Brie’s hypnotic voice through the door?
The doorknob rattles. “Jules, I know you’re in there.”
We all look at each other with wide eyes.
“He can’t know we’re all here. It’s suspicious as hell,” Brie hisses.
Lydia hides her face in her hands. “It’s more suspicious if we don’t answer.”
“I’ll get rid of him,” I say.
Before I can move, Flynn strolls to the door and swings it open like he ordered pizza, smiling from ear to ear. “What’s up, Darkwood?”
Brie and Lydia flatten their bodies to the wall to make themselves invisible from the doorway.
I walk past Jeremy to the front of the room.
Trent searches my gaze. “There is no way you’re fucking this debauched Ken barbie-doll, so tell me the truth. What’s going on?”
Flynn wraps an arm around my shoulder. “What is it to you, bloodsucker?”
Trent curls his fists over his black uniform pants. “Be careful, elf, or you’ll soon rot in a cell.”
The boys have brawled before, and the last thing I need is for them to attract any more attention, so I poke Flynn’s side, hard enough to bruise him.
He doesn’t acknowledge my efforts and puffs his chest instead. “Big words for a guy who hides inside his daddy’s shadow.”
Trent laughs, devoid of joy. “We can’t all be unwanted little orphans like you.”
Darkness flickers in Flynn’s blue eyes, but his smile widens. When Flynn Verinos flashes you his signature smile, you know you’re in for some pain. He might not dish it out now, but it’s coming, and you know in your gut it’s coming.
Trent inches back.
“At least, I can get laid without magic.” Flynn prowls behind me and snakes his arms around my neck. One hand hangs casually between my breasts. “How’s your sister? Has she forced herself on anyone else, yet?” His hot tongue dips in my ear, punctuating his question with a dash of scandal.
This cover doesn’t feel even half-innocent anymore, and Flynn clearly indulges in more theatrics than necessary. He revels in the game.
Trent throws his jacket to the ground. “Let Jules go and face me like a man. I’m going to erase that stupid smile—”
Flynn bites my neck hard enough to draw blood. I wince at the pinch, but the sweet kiss he places there a second after liquefies my bones. Flynn is no vampire, but he hums at the taste anyway—pushing the boundaries of the tentative trust we’d been nurturing.
I draw in a deep breath not to blast him off me. He licks the wound clean. I tell myself it’s to rattle Trent and draw him away, but I can’t ignore the fiery blush on my cheeks.
The vampire’s throat bobs, his sight riveted on my neck. “You let him bite you like that? Like it’s nothing?” he scolds quietly, the words barely audible.
“Have fun playing with yourself, Darkwood.” Flynn slams the door in Trent’s face.
The loud thump resonates in my scrambled brain.
I slap Flynn’s chest. “What the fuck?”
