Page 12 of Our Sins in Silver (Coven of Sin 3)

It probably went for biological daughters too.

I couldn’t predict what was coming next.

All I knew was that my father was coming for us. And when he discovered that his princess had gone on a three-week-long bender with the Knight progeny, we’d be done for.

He’d kill us all.

I sagged against the white marble of Sterling’s empty sarcophagus while I gaped in stunned silence at my father’s—also empty—black coffin next to it. The shattered shards of the destroyed lid from when Eros smashed it open were laying in pieces around my feet.

I’d been through heaven and hellfire in a matter of minutes. Moments ago, I’d been caught between Deathwish and the Feral King, tangled so tightly around them that at the crux of it, I’d barely been able to discern my body from theirs.

The air hung heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. My thighs were slick with cum, and my apex throbbed with a dull ache where Eros had taken me from behind while Vincent had entertained himself by filling my core to its brink.

Exquisite torment, that’s what had transpired between me and my brutal vampire mates.

Now, I felt myself being pulled into a downward spiral, the pleasure in the pain evaporating in an instant as a white-hot flame licked at my insides, making my body seize.

My monster screeched in pain, but my mouth wouldn’t open. I couldn’t move an inch, unable to wiggle a pinky or even swallow. Infernal agony wracked my frame, yet I didn’t possess the ability to even turn to my mates and tell them. They continued to discuss the next course of action, unaware of what was happening to me. The mating bond wasn’t picking up on whatever pain this was.

Whatwashappening to me?

This sharp, biting sensation reminded me of a fresh mating bond, only ten times more potent. It felt as though I was being claimed by a dark god, which didn’t make a bloody drop of sense.

My blood burned hot while my lungs filled with ice. I stood still between my mates as my composure went to shit on the inside, imploding like the head of my father’s statue when I slammed my fist into it.

Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe anymore, like I was really drowning. My vision went out, and the next thing I knew, I felt myself falling toward the floor. Falling, falling, falling.

Vin and Eros both shouted my name, but their voices were far away, like whispers in a fading dream.

What was this? I knew it wasn’t shock. Dark, oily magic pulled me under, and all the while, my monster screamed and thrashed in unholy turmoil.

One moment I’d been standing beside Vincent and Eros in my father’s mausoleum, and the next, I was hurtling downward through a pitch-black pit. My lungs screeched for air, and my monster scraped and clawed at my insides, trying to break free.

I plummeted deeper into the void until I hit the bottom. I felt no pain from the fall, confirming that the shadows surrounding me were nothing but the darkness of my own mind.

Something or someone had pulled me into my subconscious. I tried to sit up but found myself still immobilized as if I’d been encased in ice.

The dark magic binding me was so palpable that its bitter tang filled my gullet like poison. The invasive magic settled inside me, weighing me down as fast as quick-dry cement.

Whatever this fresh hell was, it would have been more to my preference if it was filled with brimstone and fire and horned creatures with pitchforks.

Instead, only oblivion and a new entity lurked at the periphery of my mind, shrouding itself in my own fear and anxiety.

It was stalking me.

The invisible claws of claustrophobia slowly dragged up my chest, slipping inside my open mouth like an invasive parasite ready to eat me alive. I tried to scream again, but no sound emerged.

I suspected I was still in the mausoleum, probably passed out in the secure embrace of my mates. Whatever brought me here, it couldn’t hurt me.

Could it?

My monster seemed to be privy to something I didn’t get the memo for, thrashing harder inside me like a rabbit caught in a bear trap.

Every inch of my body broke out in goosebumps when thunder rumbled in my ears. No, not thunder. It was an ominous chuckle, deep, rolling, and all-encompassing, like a deadly storm.

Panic continued to rise through me like a flooding basement, the water so close to my wiring that I’d short-circuit if I didn’t get Jake from State Farm up in this bitch like right fucking now. And by Jake from State Farm, I meant my monster. Obviously.

Come on, break free. Do something,I pleaded with the chaos inside me, feeling like it fought hard to escape.

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