Page 149 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“Well, if you’re serious about wanting to kill me, I guess I should just drown you right here and now. As queen, I was hoping to put an end to the whole murder thing. It’s kind of a cliché anyway. But you know what they say, fight fire with fire. Maybe I just need to kill you to let people know I mean business.”

When Lexi said nothing, I moved to give her another swirlie, but she screamed, sagging in my arms in defeat. “Alright! Stop! I yield!”

“Are you sure?” I smiled sweetly, stroking her wet hair. “Aw, I was hoping you’d give me a reason to drag you down to Deathwish’s den, where we could have some fun. Have you heard about it?”

Lexi was already a pale woman, but she turned sheet white. “Rumors…”

I arched down, my grin turned crazed. “They’re all true.”

“Y–you psychopath!”

I tutted, shaking my head. “That’s not the proper way to address me, Alexandra.”

I used her full name, which I knew because of Sterling, admonishing her as if I was the ancient vampire and she was the lesser being.

Her eyes went wide, regarding me now like I was an entirely different person. In a way, I felt like a different person. Slowly that monster inside me was emerging, bit by bit. So far, I had a handle on my control, and as long as I could keep it that way, I was a lethal weapon.

Resentment sparked in her eyes, but behind that—if I wasn’t mistaken—there was the faintest glimmer of respect. “Y–yes, Princess.”

“Great.” I released her and left the stall, washing my hands off in the remains of the destroyed sink. “Now clean yourself up and get back home. I don’t think Sterling will be happy to know you’ve stepped on Boston Coven turf without his permission.”

I adjusted my crown in the mirror before marching out of the restroom, the cheers from the crowd making me feel triumphant as fuck.

Chapter seventy

Monster

Thefighthadalreadystarted, and by the look of my two guys in the ring, I’d been in the restroom with Lexi longer than I thought.

If the amount of blood was any indication, Eros was winning. Vincent had a busted lip and a black eye. Flecks of inky blood dotted his chest, but he hadn’t broken a sweat. Meanwhile, perspiration poured down Eros’ temple, streaking his neck and pectorals. The sheen of sweat made the reaper on his chest shine. Normally, the sight of the tattoo made my thighs quiver in female appreciation.

Now, the sight of it made my knees wobble in dread.

Eros had worked up quite the sweat beating on his opponent. His chest heaved. Strands of hair had come undone from his man bun, spilling over his face. His nostrils flared, and his eyes honed in on Vincent, who stood in the middle of the ring, unmoving as Deathwish circled him.

My stomach flipped when Eros jumped forward and swung a fist at his brother. Vincent ducked and had a perfect opening to land a hit in his gut, but he didn’t. He just dodged the blow and pivoted away.

Why wasn’t he attacking Eros? That didn’t make any sense.

Scanning the crowd, I found Corry standing right beside the ring, his fingers hooked into the cage surrounding the mat. “Come on, Vin! Do something! What the fuck, bro?”

Making my way to Corry’s side, my head went light. Being this close to the action, my senses went into overdrive to process it all. The smells, the roar of the crowd at my back, the booming voice of the announcer over the speakers. This sort of proximity to the fight had to be exhilarating for some, but it just made me nauseous.

The tang of my guys’ sweat and the bitter bite of their blood stung my nose. I could see the hatred for one another burning in their eyes, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was just making everything worse by being here.

I wanted to be what brought them together, not what broke them apart.

“Jesus, there you are!” The youngblood’s gaze dropped to my soaking jeans, his brown brows cocking. “What the hell? Why are you wet? You reek of Eros. I’d expect your panties to be drenched, but you look like you just waded through a freaking swamp, Red.”

“I had to take care of some business in the restroom. What’s going on? Why isn’t Vincent attacking?”

Corry gave a shake of his head. “Not positive… My best guess is that he was waiting for you to get here so you could see him wail on Deathwish.”

“What? Why would he do that?”

“Look at him, babe. Vin’s pissed. I know he’s always angry, but this isn’t our usually grumpy asshole. Even I can feel the dangerous energy. Fuck…” He rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. “It almost hurts to stand here. Notice how everyone is in their seats? Usually, there’s a crowd of people gathered around the cage, but our Feral King is putting off some seriously lethal vibes tonight. Whatever went down between you and Eros a few minutes ago, I think it made Vin snap.”

My throat convulsed. I could sense exactly what Corry was talking about with Feral’s energy. I’d never seen Vincent fight before, but I knew by the tension that choked the air, this wasn’t normal.

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