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I snap out of the lust-driven haze at the reminder, pushing my hands against Saint’s chest until I can back away from him, parting our connection.

His eyes are wide and panicked at my reaction, but he has no idea of the truth behind it.

“Oh no,” he whispers, his hand coming up to rub his forehead. “No. Briony...I...”

I can’t believe it actually happened. I’m not this girl. I can’t be.

“I shouldn’t be here. I need to go,” he rushes, running a hand over the back of his neck. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.”

He rakes the same hand over his face, the torment already present.

But it’s not the kiss itself that has me flustered. It’s what I did before it, and what I’ve done after it. Some sick part of me enjoyed playing into Aero’s disgusting game.

“Saint,” I say, reaching out and pulling his hand from his face. “It’s...it’s fine. It wasn’t your fault.”

He sighs and gazes at me again.

“And, to be honest,” I continue softly. “It...it was my favorite part of the night.”

His eyes laced with worry melt into an easy smile again at my lie. The reaction to this will be my favorite part of the night.

He straightens himself, and I squeeze his hand in mine.

“This is such a bad idea,” he whispers, looking at our hands. “We would get in so much trouble if they knew I came over here and practically attacked a fellow Magnus Princeps.”

A scoff threatens to leave me, but I swallow it down. Saint is worried about the trouble of a kiss when I’ve literally almost witnessed a man of God abuse a child in the most horrific way. The irony of The Covenant Academy and our diocese as a whole is dawning on me and the need to uncover the truth, my new mission.

“Rain check on the tea?” he asks with remorse, insinuating his need to leave the temptations before him.

Grinning, I hold up my hand suggestively. I want him to kiss the back of it and say goodnight. I want his lips all over me, but not in the way I should.

He does exactly what I’d hoped, kissing the back of my hand gingerly, before he says his goodbyes, slipping through the door and taking off in his Jeep for the evening.

I watch from the window as his taillights fade into the dark night. A satisfied grin creeps across my face as I wait in the foyer of my house. I’m not even surprised when I smell the familiar leather and notable sulfur creeping up behind me.

I’ve embraced my masked man. Ready to play his games along with him.

Just as I prepare to turn and face Aero, I feel a cloth quickly cover my nose and mouth. An arm slips around my chest, holding me tightly to his hard body as I attempt to breathe through the chemical that assaults my nostrils.

“Easy, my little slut,” he whispers into my ear. “I’d hate to hurt you while you aren’t awake enough to feel it.”

My legs kick out from under me as I attempt to fight him off while he drags me backwards, but my vision becomes cloudy, and my fight becomes weaker as my muscles turn to liquid and I melt into him.

And then, black.

Chapter twenty-five

Kings and Queens

Isitbackinthe chair, waiting. Watching.

Rolling her head to the side, her black hair splays across her forehead, over her eyes. I see her lashes flutter as a weak little groan leaves her throat.

I worried I’d given her too much anesthetic, but then realized she hadn’t really had a good night’s sleep since before meeting me. She needed the rest. And I needed the time to do what I do.

“Aero,” she murmurs, and my cock swells.

She’s calling for me, already knowing I’m here. I don’t like that she feels safe with me. She shouldn’t. I get up from the chair, walking towards her body that’s cuffed to the iron bars of her bed.

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