Page 42 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

My whirlwind of questions was flung from my mind when my attention dropped to the bloody footprints of a very large male. Their path led from the bath back into the first-floor seating.

My pulse launched into full-throttle when I scanned some of the seats. It was difficult to make out the wreckage from beyond the halo of lighting, but I could see that they’d been destroyed, their wood shattered, and the velvet padding shredded as if there had been some kind of struggle for control.

Then, all my blood turned to cinders in my veins. Two scarlet eyes stabbed through me from the impenetrable murk that lay beyond the feeble safety of the spotlight’s ray.

I knew those eyes, and the hunger banked within them. As I’d feared, they were different now. There was a dullness to them, void of that spark I’d come to love.

“Vin...” I let out a low growl meant to entice the male to me.

A growl rumbled back from the eyes’ direction, and fangs appeared through the shadows like a curtain being drawn as the vampire curled his lips back in a snarl. It was the sound of a beast honing in on its prey, not a man reuniting with his love.

Then a voice answered, one that didn’t belong to Vincent.

“Here she is, brutal prince,” my brother’s voice said over speakers, his venom-smooth cadence making the audience shift in excitement. “Your beautiful half-blood princess, ripe for the taking.”

A brief pause settled, noxious tension wrapping around my throat like a collar and pulling a gasp from my lungs as my brother’s dark magic crackled over the stage.

“Make herscream.”

Chapter sixteen

Make it Hurt

Evenasthehulkingmale stared at me from the shadows with wicked intent burning beneath the sanguine depths of his eyes, I wasn’t afraid.

There was no question about it now.

Dagon had taken control of Vincent’s mind.

By the look of the destroyed seating—like a feral bull had been set loose in the theater’s ground floor—it had been one hell of a struggle.

No matter what drove him, I had to remind myself that this was still the man I loved.

I wasn’t familiar with the intricacies of Dagon’s magic, but somehow he held Vin prisoner in his own mind. And if I had to pull out all the stops to free him, I would.

“Vincent,” I purred, his name on my tongue as thick as honey and smooth as silk. “I know you’re in there, baby. Come out of the dark.”

The sound rumbling from my chest was soft and sensual, a female lullaby as old as time.

“Come out and play with your monster. You heard your puppet master. Make me scream.”

Dagon said nothing over the speakers, but he didn’t have to. His fury laced the air, making it sour and heavy. Of course, the twisted fuck—along with the rest of the Boston coven—wanted to see me scream and fight.

They had thought they’d thrown the damsel into the lion’s den.

What they’d done was thrown in the lioness.

And animals didn’t care who watched as they rutted.

The male stepped out from the shadows, lumbering toward me with terrifying purpose in his stride. My jaw fell slack as the vampire came closer, my eyes roving over his formidable form.

Vincent was completely naked and coated head to toe in blood. His black hair hung in strings over his slitted eyes, crimson droplets streaking his raven tattoos.

As he stalked forward, wisps of shadows and dark magic swirled around his defined muscles that rippled as he moved. His thick cock hung between his thighs, corded with those dark veins that matched the ones on his forearms.

My thighs trembled in appreciation, my insides turned to jelly, and my throat went bone-dry for the thirst of him.

I took a step toward him, like a moth flocking to her flame.

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