Page 84 of Fallen Saint

“Hey,” he says, cupping my cheek. I instantly melt into his touch. “I promise, soon.”

“When?”

“The night of the masquerade. I’m working through the finer details, but soon, I’ll have everything organized.”

“What organized?” I place my hand over his.

He inhales deeply. “Alek has really pissed off Oscar.”

“What?” I almost lose my footing as I sway backward a step. I’m shocked to discover he’s in contact with that monster. “You know what happened?”

Saint’s jaw clenches as he exhales steadily. “Yes. That motherfucker is lucky I didn’t kill him for what he did to you. But I made sure he knows not to touch you again.”

“What did you do?” I gulp.

“Just gave him a taste of his own medicine,” he honestly states, which means he beat him within an inch of his life. “I’m so sorry he hurt you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is. But I need him for this plan to succeed.”

I arch a brow. “I don’t like the sound of this. Oscar can’t be trusted.”

Saint sighs, running a hand through his mussed hair. “I know, but he is the key to getting you out of there.”

“And what does he get in return?” I hate to think what his payment will be in exchange for helping us.

“You let me worry about that. I will use him to get into the house undetected. I will be his plus one,” he explains while I pale. “He isn’t happy with Alek coming into his house and disrespecting him and is more than happy to see him pay.”

“He didn’t disrespect him,” I argue angrily. “He saved me from being raped and god knows what else.”

Saint’s dark brow arches as he cocks his head to the side. “Saved you?”

I quickly backpedal when I realize what I’ve just said. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it?” he counters, folding his arms across his broad chest. “Because you still remember he’s the reason for all of this, right?”

“Don’t patronize me,” I snap. “Of course, I do. I am just stating the facts. If it weren’t for him coming to Oscar’s house, I probably wouldn’t be here.”

Something changes in Saint. “There are no redeeming qualities about that man. Don’t ever forget that. He came to your rescue because he sees you as nothing but property. Do you know what he did to Ingrid?”

I shake my head as I don’t know the full story.

“He saw an innocence in her which he had to pollute. He charmed her behind Oscar’s back. And when she fell under his spell and he had his way with her, he discarded her, just as he does with the others every single time he grows bored.”

I can’t forget the look in Ingrid’s eyes, however, and the fact Alek claimed he cared for her. She didn’t look at him with repulsion. She looked at him with a lover’s gaze.

“Don’t fall for his bullshit.He will do the same with you once he’s grown tired.” There is a desperation to Saint’s tone.

I don’t like it. I want to leave. Now.

“Why can’t we go now? Alek is distracted. We can make a break for it and not look back.” I beseech he sees reason in my plan. But he doesn’t.

“No,” he exclaims, clenching his fists. “He has to pay for what he’s done.”

The room suddenly grows cold, and I have the urge to rub the chill from my bones. “By pay, you mean…k-kill him?”

“Yes. There is no other way.” He doesn’t miss a beat in his emotionless reply.

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