Page 66 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

Chapter thirty-three

Time to Play

Therewassomeone,orsomething, accompanying Deathwish as he descended the basement stairs. With every groan of a step, there was a thud of something dragging behind, knocking against the wood with a sickening thud.

Panic struck me like a lightning bolt and for a second all I could do was stand there and hyperventilate.

As the footsteps got louder my instincts took over and before I knew it, I had flung myself to the far end of the room where all the crates and barrels sat.

When my attention fell on a door, hope soared high in my chest, thinking I had found an exit and pushed higher yet when I discovered it was unlocked.

Throwing myself inside, I pressed my ear to the door to listen.

“You’re a heavy fucker for how skinny you are, Al,” Eros grunted. There was the slide of something weighty dragging across the floor, followed by the click of the door shutting.

My heart rate vaulted, hearing Eros’ gravelly voice speak a name that would probably give me nightmares for a while.

The door I was hiding behind was old-fashioned, with a keyhole made to fit a large skeleton key. It was just big enough to peer through and make out the scene on the other side.

The blood in my veins turned red-hot then froze into ice as I registered the man on the floor.

Sure enough, it was Allister of the Boston Coven, the goon at the gas station who tried to rape me.

After I’d ripped Malachite’s head off, Corry had chased his coven mate off. I thought he had escaped, but it turns out he hadn’t made it far at all.

The sight of him on the ground, bloody and battered was a satisfying one. He was bound and gagged, a trail of blood smeared on the stone floor where he’d been dragged in.

Standing over him was the man from the poster in front of Clown Car Burgers. He was even more imposing in person. He was tall, stacks of muscles wrapped up in skin that was tanner than his brothers. His long, coarse blonde hair was wrapped in a bun on top of his head. In the picture, he had a long beard braided like a Viking’s but he had since shaved and had started growing out again in an appealing, rugged scruff.

The scythe of his reaper tattoo could be seen poking out of his shirt and grazed his jawline. He wore a black t-shirt like the one I’d found earlier that hugged his brawny torso like a dream and camo pants flecked with dark stains that were either mud or blood, I couldn’t tell from this distance.

Eros stared down at his captive for a few moments, his features wrapped in shadows.

Striding to the dresser, Eros reached for the carton of cigarettes and the lighter that sat on top. “You know, you’re pretty damn unlucky I got a text from my little brother when I did. Otherwise, you might have gotten away. You want to know what he told me?”

Al grunted a muffled ‘phuck you’ through the gag and Eros let out a guttural chuckle, scratching his chin. “I’m going to take that as a yes. His text told me that our little halfling princess has finally been sprung. We’ve all been waiting a long time to meet her. Now that the Elders have declared her heir to her father’s throne, she’s more important than ever.”

He pulled out a cigarette and put it to his lips. He went to light it but paused.

My heart squeezed as he tilted his nose in the air, his huge chest expanding with a great inhale. “Fuck me, this whole place smells like virgin cunt now. So sweet, like candy. You scent that, Al?”

He lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. His snake bites and brow piercings gleamed in the light of the cherry-red embers and for a second his eyes lit up. They were a warm brown, topped with brushy blonde brows and underscored by dark eye circles like he hadn’t slept in a while.

Eros placed his combat boot over his captive’s head, and slowly pressed down, a pathetic whimper bleeding past Al’s gag. He pinched his cigarette between his fingers and leaned down, smoke swirling around him like a demon fresh out of Hell.

“You know that scent, don’t you? You’ve smelt it before, tonight, when you put your hands on her.”

He knew.

Corry must have texted Eros the same time he’d texted Vincent to come get me at the gas station. It explained why Corry was so at ease when he’d lost Allister’s trail.

He had gotten another brother to do the hunting for him.

And apparently, Corry had filled him in on details I would have preferred to keep private. But something told me the youngblood had told Eros exactly what Allister and Malachite had planned for me at that gas station on purpose.

Deathwish was freaking scary when he was pissed off. And that wouldn’t bode well for Allister.

The prince appeared cool and collected but I could feel the rage and fury rolling off him, even from here.

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