Page 71 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

I stepped up to Eros, licked the combination of our blood from his stunned lips, and took the blade from his hand.

As I approached Allister, I looked at him dangling on the chain, bleeding and broken. Not broken enough yet. Not until the fucker was ash in my palm.

“I’m staying.”

No sooner than the words were out of my mouth, there was a loud click from the other room.

The door had locked.

There was no turning back now.

Chapter thirty-five

Mercy

Allister’sskull-splittingscreamshookme down to my damn core as I slammed the dagger into his eye socket. Blood gushed in a torrent of ink-like ooze, splattering on the floor like he was a sacrifice and me, his dark god.

I left the knife sticking out of his head so the wound wouldn’t heal and stepped back to admire my handiwork.

The vampire looked absolutely miserable. The sight of his broken body would have made me feel sick to my stomach if it wasn’t for the fact that this soulless bastard had it coming.

“Are you going to tell me who’s been slipping your coven intel? It has to be one of the Elders, they were the only ones who knew about my courting arrangement with the princes. It couldn’t have gotten to anyone else by the time it reached you.”

Al spit a gob of bloody saliva in my face, his eyes flashing with hatred that burned just as hot as the furnace flames behind him. “Fuck you, half-blood bitch. You killed Mal!”

Eros was sitting on top of his coffin with his arms folded over his chest, watching me work. When Allister spit on me, he started forward but I put a hand up stopping him. “I got this.”

He settled back into his lounged position, watching me with a hooded expression as I stepped up to the workbench and pursued the collection of torture tools. I didn’t know what most of them were, but when my gaze settled on an arrangement of vintage dental tools, I grinned like a madwoman.

When I picked up the pliers, I noticed Eros’ expression shift with the faintest shades of approval.

Feeling confidence radiate throughout my body, I went back to Al and held up the sinister-looking tool. “This is how it’s going to go, shit head. Tell me who told you about the courting arrangement, and about my father’s suicide while you’re at it. And maybe I won’t pluck out your fangs.”

“Fuck you bitch! Boston Coven doesn’t squeal, unlike the pigs in your den.”

I went to grab Allister’s head but he began to thrash around, hissing and snapping. I looked back at Eros and without a word, he read my expression and gave me a jerk of a nod. He strode behind the vampire and clapped his head between his palms, his huge hands acting like a vice. For a second, it was hard to focus on anything but the way Eros’ huge biceps flexed, muscles shifting beneath sweat-soaked skin as they worked to hold our prisoner still.

“Be good for the lady, Al. This is the closest you’ll ever come to a woman again, so behave and maybe I’ll let you die with my beautiful girl here being the last thing you’ll ever see. Should be an honor, really. Seeing as most of my enemies die with both their eyes plucked out.

“You two are fucking psychopaths! Go fuck each other!” He roared.

“That’s the plan,” Eros gritted through hooded eyes, his attention glued firmly to me. “But first we’ve got some housekeeping to do. You do the honors, doll.”

I nodded and gripped Allister’s jaw, peering inside his mouth. “His fangs aren’t dropped.”

“Good luck getting them out, stupid bitch. You think I want to fuck you now? I’d rather eat my own cock.”

“Don’t give her any ideas.” Eros chuckled behind him.

I did have an idea, and thankfully it didn’t have anything to do with touching Allister’s dick. Maybe he wasn’t turned on, but that wasn’t the only reason a vampire dropped its fangs. Gripping the dagger’s hilt that still stuck out of his eye socket, I gave it a jerk and ripped it out of him. He screamed and thrashed but Eros held him still and they both watched with slack jaws as I took the knife and cut my own arm.

Hissing from the pain, I gritted my teeth and held it up to Al’s nose. His irises turned as red as the blood seeping from my flesh, and his pupils blew up. As soon as his fangs had dropped I let the dagger clatter to the ground and took the pliers to his mouth. I thought it would be hard to pry out the tooth but with the adrenaline coursing through my veins and my supernatural strength, it ripped out of his gums as easily as fraying toilet paper.

His screams sung a different tune now. He was in complete and utter agony. I went for the other fang but he let out a pathetic whimper that gave me pause.

“W-wait, please. I don’t know who your mole is. But my coven leader, Erik Thorn has been in direct contact with them. Thorn is the one you should be torturing.”

“That day will come, Al,” Eros growled. “But right now you’re the worm on my hook, not Thorn. You got anything else to tell us? Anything that’s actually useful?”

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