Page 6 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“I’m not a monster.”

“You are.”

“Prove it,” I spat, daring him.

It was a dangerous thing to demand. But I had no experience with danger, especially when it was rolled up in a sexy, masculine package that radiated violence and secrets from an unknown world beyond my cell door.

His lips spread into a wolfish grin devoid of all kindness. He took a step forward, shrinking the precious little distance between us. My heart rate had gone from a steady canter to a full-blown, wild gallop. Maybe I would just drop dead before he could prove whatever it was he was trying to feed me.

God, I hope not. As crazy and terrifying as this all was, it wasinteresting.

“You’re strong. Sick or not, human girls can’t break their beds with their bare hands.” He chuckled, his glare harsh and his words mocking. “Well, not without the help of a lover.”

Another move forward, and he stepped into the square of moonlight that filtered through my single window, the steel bars painting his face in strips of shadow and silver light. His upper lip peeled back, and he tongued a needle-sharp canine that glinted in the moonlight.

Fangs.

Chapter five

Brainwashed Princess

Allthebloodinmy veins crystallized. I stumbled back, my butt bumping into my now lopsided bed frame. I fell back onto the mattress and glared at the intruder defiantly; despite how hard my heart pulsated in my chest, each beat possibly its last.

He stalked toward me, looking all too pleased with my invitation toprove it. If I died now, the last thing I’d ever see was a man looming over my bed with his crimson eyes gleaming from the shadows, banked with disdain and desire all at once. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on behalf of my traitorous vagina.

I gave another quick internal scolding to my hormones and forced myself to think about what he’d just said. Sure, most people couldn’t rip off bed legs with their bare hands, but I had a TV. I saw the news. Stranger things had happened. Right?

“I’ve heard on TV about a woman who lifted a car off her toddler in a rush of adrenaline. It’s the same thing.”

His chest rumbled with a mocking chuckle. “Is it the same thing?”

“Yes.” My voice was shaky, and I hated how weak it sounded. I couldn’t even convince myself of the lie. Somehow I knew it wasn’t really the same thing at all. But my brain didn’t want to comprehend the reality of what he was trying to say.

Maybe this was just a dream. Yeah, that’s what this was! I had fallen asleep and forgotten to take my medication.

I was so stupid for not realizing it earlier. This was just a dream or a hallucination.

“My pills,” I cried, choking out my revelation.

He cocked his head. “What about them?”

“I didn’t take my medication for my heart. I’m just imagining you. That’s how you know my name. You’re just a figment of my own mind, one of my book boyfriends. That’s why you have fangs!”

He blinked at me, regarding me like I was speaking gibberish. “Book boyfriend?” The corner of his mouth lifted into a sardonic sneer. “Am I anything like the males you fantasize about, Princess?”

My throat tightened. No, not anything close. He was somehow better and worse all at the same time.

Another step forward. The floorboards groaned beneath his weight. I could practically feel his aura charging the air with dark and deadly energy that licked at my body in places only my hand had ever explored.

No, this couldn’t be a dream or a hallucination because I didn’t ache and throb likethatin my sleep.

“Those pills you take aren’t for your heart. They’re to quell your thirst. But they don’t do much good. You’re thirsty all the time, aren’t you? Hungry too. Our little princess has a raging appetite…” He glanced down at my forgotten tray of food which contained a half-eaten slab of meatloaf and the dirty werewolf novel. “For more than just meat, I see, at least of the loaf variety.”

My blush deepened. He now stood over me, so close that his knees were nearly touching mine. He smirked down at me, where I was slumped over my bed, my back flat against the mattress and my unicorn plushies in a chaotic array around my head, like a childish crown for a childish princess. I hated the derisive amusement lighting up his shadow-shrouded gaze as if he was thinking the same exact thing.

His spine slowly arched as he descended on me like a seductive predator. The mattress dipped under the new weight as his hands pressed down on either side of my head.

Any sane girl in my position would scream and fight. But I couldn’t bring myself to move. I completely froze beneath him, transfixed by the bloody depths of those hypnotic eyes. Besides, I was trapped. Trapped beneath the second man I had ever met. The first being Dr. Sharpe. And Dr. Sharpe was an older man, with salt and pepper black air, formal mannerisms, and had a clinical touch.

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