Page 11 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“Wow,” I rolled my eyes. “So the prince of the night is loaded. Did our daddy’s money pay for this?”

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped.

Propping a hand on my hip, I flung him a dagger-sharp glare. “Then what do I call you? Asshole? Kidnapper? Woman-beater?”

“I didn’t beat you.” He glanced back over his shoulder, his thin smirk catching in the moonlight. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like me manhandling you, Princess. Your body is desperate for the touch of a male. Too bad for you that yours is too stupid to know the difference between man and monster.”

My feet froze where I stood in the middle of the deserted street. This late in the night, there were no cars. All the houses were dark, and the only light was from the streetlights as the moon dipped behind a swath of clouds.

So he thought he was a monster. Glad we agreed on something.

Approaching the car, he opened the driver’s side door and shot me a thoroughly irritated scowl. The way his dark brows pulled together when he looked at me like that was pretty damn sexy.

Bloody hell, why did I have to have a thing for alpha jerks like him? The difference between him and the alpha-holes in the books I read was this one would probably end up killing me.

“Vincent Feral.”

I blinked. “What?”

“That’s my name.” He opened the back door of the car. “Now get the fuck in before the sun comes up.”

He didn’t wait for me to get inside before he slipped into the driver’s seat and slammed the door behind him.

I stood in the street, glowering at him through the tinted glass. “I think ‘Asshole’ is more suiting to you,” I mumbled.

For a few moments, I stood there alone in the street, staring back at my house. Looking up at my window from this side was completely surreal, like being in a dream. I wasn’t really sure yet if this was all a nightmare or if I’d died and gone to heaven.

On the one hand, I’d gotten what I’d always wanted. Freedom. But at what cost? I’d just learned that my entire life, as small and pathetic as it had been, was one big fat lie. And that had me wondering if my mom really even loved me.

Maybe a little. Why else would she go out of her way to buy me all the books, movies, and music I could ever want, all to keep me entertained? Why had she gone out of her way to make the kind of food I loved?

Still didn’t make me resent her any less. She’d lied.

What would happen when she woke up from the weird hypno-vampire-magic Vincent had cast? Probably nothing. She had to know Dr. Sharpe was a vampire. He was in on the lie too, and it had been he who’d given me those pills to curb my thirst. She probably knew my father was a vampire too. How could she not? A lump swelled in my throat, and I tried to swallow it down. No wonder she hadn’t said a thing about him.

As crap as this all was, I was no longer her prisoner. Maybe the locks, the bars, maybe all that had been more than just an effort to protect herself and others from me. Maybe Mom had been trying to protect me from my father and his coven.

Because wherever Vincent Feral was taking me, it was going to be a lot more dangerous than my bedroom. But the bright side in all this? There was a zero percent chance I’d die of boredom in the clutches of this coven.

And that’s about as far as my shut-in dreams had dared to reach. So wish granted, I guess.

In some fucked up way, Vincent Feral was my hero, though I would never tell the prick that to his face. Because he was not some shining white knight, that was for fucking sure.

The car honked, making me jump.

Vincent rolled the window down and propped his arm on the door, which looked a bit out of place in the luxury car with his unkempt black hair and blood-streaked white shirt.

There was movement in the passenger’s side, telling me that he was with someone.

“Are you going to get in, Princess? Or am I going to have to drag you all the way home?”

Snorting, I opened the car’s back door.

Vincent Feral, huh? Yeah. Asshole definitely seemed more fitting for this broody vampire, who had a pension for antagonizing me. What the hell did I ever do to him?

Sliding into the lush, white leather interior, my attention settled on the stranger in the passenger seat.

“Jesus Christ, Vin,” the new voice said. “What the fuck did you do to her? That better be your blood all over her.”

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