Page 59 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“I was too busy fixing your mess, dickhead,” Vincent ground out on an irritated growl as he stepped out of the car. “You nearly drained her dry. And with your blood in her body, you could have turned her.”

“I made her feed from me first on purpose. It would have been the other way around for the change, right?”

“The fact that you don’t know for sure means you shouldn’t have fed from one another in the first place.”

Grabbing Corry’s jacket from the car, I shrugged it on with a shudder, hating how it was cold and crusted with blood. But it was better than standing in my skivvies. “Hey, I got a great idea. First, can we stop talking about smelling my virginity, please? I don’t care if you’ve got drug-dog noses. It’s creepy, not to mention that it’s none of your business.”

“Whatever,” Corry muttered. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, tossed me the keys to the Ninja, and turned to leave. “Sterling is waiting for us in the council chamber, bro. I told him about the mole in the Elders.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Corry slipped out of the hanger, leaving a heaviness in the air that made it difficult to breathe. I wanted to apologize but he clearly needed more time to cool off.

Glancing down at the keys in my hand, I frowned.

“I don’t get it. Why did he give me these if I’m still on lockdown?”

“Because the Knight heirs make good on their promises, Princess. And you’re not on lockdown now that you know how dangerous it is off coven property. If you want to leave and be the Boston Coven’s new whore, that’s your prerogative.”

Vincent locked the car and strode toward the exit but I grabbed his arm, stopping him. He swung his gaze on me, his green eyes glittering with irritation. “What?”

“Uh, are we just going to leave Malachite in the trunk?”

“Deathwish will take care of it when he gets back.”

“And when is that going to be exactly?”

His expression turned sour and he ripped his arm away from me, furious at the mention of Eros. “Why do you care?”

“Well if he’s a suitor shouldn’t I meet him?”

Vincent said nothing, violence and hatred hanging over his head like a storm cloud.

“Ha, wow. Jealousy is almost cute on you, Feral.”

When I was met with another scathing glare I shrugged. “Fine, don’t tell me. At least I know I’ll see him next week at your match.”

He folded his thick arms over his chest, a vein ticking in his jaw. “You’re not going to that.”

“Psh. Like hell I’m not. You’d have to chain me to my bed to keep me from missing that.”

The corners of his mouth twisted into a wolfish sneer. “Don’t fucking tempt me, princess.”

Leaning against the side of the car, I folded my arms over my chest and slid him a smoldering smirk.

“So why do you hate him so much? Corry said you guys used to fight back when you were both alive?”

“Why don’t you go ask Corry, since he’s such a damn loudmouth.”

“What if what I really want to know, you’re keeping from him as well? In fact, I think you’re keeping it from all your brothers.”

I was venturing into dangerous territory here seeing as I was getting at my dad’s suicide. Which had to be a cover-up. Because evil, power-grabbing, torture-happy vampire kings didn’t take their own lives.

Vincent’s brows twisted with anger and his knuckles flexed as he spun to face me. “What are you talking about? I don’t keep anything from my brothers.”

“So what you’re telling me is that they know Thomas Knight’s suicide was staged?”

For several intense seconds, a barbed silence settled between us. Feral looked like he was about to go bat-shit on me. Yup, I was definitely crazy for poking the bear. But hey, getting a rise out of him was so far my best way at getting some answers.

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