Page 12 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“Halfling’s don’t bleed black, Corry.”

Eyes of the deepest blue found me, their owner sliding me a heart-melting smile that had me turning into a puddle in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce.

“Whoa.” The guy called Corry leaned closer to me, his nostrils flaring and his pupils dilating until his whole irises were black. “You’re beautiful. And you smellgood.”

One moment his eyes were blue, and the next, they turned the deepest crimson, just like Vincent’s. They glinted with a deep hunger that filled me with fire.

“Vin, why does she smellso damn good?”

Chapter eight

The Feral King

Themaninthefront seat that Vincent had referred to as Corry looked young, younger than me even by a year or two. Vincent was broad-shouldered and square-jawed, with mouth-watering sexy raven tattoos and ink-black hair that spilled over his blood-red eyes. While Corry was more slight, with an athletic build and a straight nose. His brown hair with bleached tips was gelled up in the front, and when he flashed me a smooth smile, a dimple dotted his left cheek. He was cute, in an adorable frat-boy, jock sort of way.

Hell, he almost looked normal. Nice even, which was a welcomed breath of fresh air after the introduction I had with Vincent. But his cocky, heartthrob smile and his good looks were a bit overshadowed by the way he was looking at me like I was smothered in gravy and he hadn’t eaten in a week.

But damn, maybe I’d just let him eat me because he was a slice of blue-eyed heaven. Or at least he had been up until a second ago when his eyes turned red. I assumed that happened when they were either hungry or smelled human blood. Or both.

“Don’t make me regret bringing you, Youngblood. You can’t eat her.” Vincent’s crimson glare locked with mine in the visor mirror. “At least not until after she tells the Elders she isn’t interested in being queen.”

“Yeah, like the council is going to do her bidding over Master’s.” Corry chuckled with an airy lilt to his voice that was refreshing in contrast to Vincent’s gravelly baritone. “It was his dying wish for her to take the throne, and you know how those old shits kissed his wrinkly ass.”

“They aren’t going to make some half-blood shut-in the vampire queen.”

“I don’t know, bro. It would be Master’s last laugh. You know how he loved suffering, especially ours.” Corry inhaled again, licking his lips. “Whoa. She smells human, but like one of us at the same time… And shit, her scent alone is making me hard. Whatisthat?”

Vincent’s gaze flicked from Corry back to me in the mirror, irritation and accusation carving his handsome features as if Corry’s question was somehow my fault.

“That’s the scent of a virgin, Cor. No surprise you’ve never scented it. You’ve been confined to the mansion since you were turned, and all the over-used pussy there doesn’t smell anything like that. Now stop smelling her, or I’ll make you walk back to Provincetown.”

Provincetown? Wasn’t that all the way north on Cape Cod?

Clearing my throat, I slid to the middle seat and leaned my elbows on my knees so I could be in a position to glare at both of them.

“Excuse me? Um, yeah, so I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just imply that you can smell my hymen becausegross. Can we please stop pretending like I’m not right the fuck here? And I think someone better tell me what in the bloody hell is going on? Why are you taking me to Provincetown?”

Vincent snorted. “‘Bloody hell?’ Where did you learn that, Princess? The BBC?”

My cheeks flamed. I didn’t answer him because telling him I’d picked up the phrase from Ron Weasley, my crush from theHarry Potterseries, would probably just give Vincent more ammunition to ridicule me.

Corry’s light brown, almost blond brows scrunched. “Wait. You didn’t even tell her who she is or where we’re taking her? Jeez, bro, she’s gonna think we’re kidnappers.” He turned to answer my question. “Provincetown is where our coven is.”

My lips tilted into a too-sweet smile. “Youarekidnappers, for the record. But I guess I’m crazy enough to half believe your wild-ass story about me being a half-vampire princess because I’m so damn bored out of my mind I would probably get into a white van for a piece of candy. But don’t mistake the boredom of a housebound girl as stupidity. If this ends up being some fucking lie to mess with me, I’ll—”

Vincent twisted in his seat so fast, the sneer on his face so callous and cold, I swallowed the rest of my words in an involuntary gulp.

“You’llwhat?” he challenged. “What are you going to do, little monster?”

“I’ll break your nose again.”

Corry let out a light laugh, like none of this suffocating tension between his vampire pal and me affected him in the slightest. “Vincent is an MMA fighter, a pretty famous one in these parts. They call him the Feral King. He’s used to a broken nose, so best just aim for his junk next time. But knowing you socked him in the face is pretty fucking hot.” The friendlier vampire’s eyes glittered, still red. “Can you do it again?”

Vincent’s jaw could be seen tightening in the rearview mirror. “Shut up, Corry.”

I’m not sure why, since I had literally just met this Corry guy, but seeing the way Vincent talked to him pissed me off. In fact, everything about Vincent Feral pissed me off.

The way he had just kind of burst into my house and turned my life on its head, uncovering all these lies and secrets like it was no big freaking deal, without so much as an apology or a second to let me process.

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