Page 115 of Bite of Sin

Why Zan told Garrett to spill his true thoughts, I wasn’t sure, but his words shot anger through me. The asshole had hit me before he even saw the bite mark.

“Where did you hit her?” Rage saturated Zan’s voice.

“Her face.”

“Where?”

Garrett paused for a moment. “I don’t remember.”

Zan studied him for a moment, the dangerous glint in his eye making my stomach churn. He flicked open the pocketknife and held it out toward Garrett. Warner pulled me back a step, making Zan glance at him in warning.

“If you try to take her out of here again, I’ll entrance you too,” Zan threatened. “You can’t outrun us, even if you did make it out of the cabin. So stop fucking trying.”

The fact that he was aware that none of them had hawthorn in their systems made me wonder what else they knew. Having Matt under their control could wreck the Clovers.

“You’re going to do worse to me if we stay in this cabin,” Warner snapped.

“That’s entirely up to you,” Zan replied, his eyes meeting mine. “But before we talk about that, I want Garrett to take this.”

He turned to look at Garrett again while handing the knife to him. Garrett’s eyes didn’t leave Zan’s as he clutched the knife, standing completely still.

“I want you to cut yourself,” Zan ordered softly. “In the exact spot you hit Kali.”

Garrett stared at him without a speck of emotion. “But I don’t remember where I hit her.”

Zan shrugged. “Shame for you. Why don’t you start on your left cheek?”

Garrett raised the blade to his face, flinching when the sharp edge grazed his skin. Warner sucked in a quick breath, his arm staying tight around me.

“Harder,” Zan commanded, his voice colder than I’d ever heard. “You left marks on her. I want scars on you.”

A thin line of blood appeared on Garrett’s cheek when he dug the blade deeper, slicing himself down to his jawbone. Pain was etched on his face, but he didn’t stop, dragging the knife back up toward his ear.

“You’re fucking sick,” Warner hissed in disgust. “You like watching humans suffer?”

“Only the ones who deserve it,” Zan murmured, not breaking eye contact with Garrett. “Tell us why you hit Kali.”

“Because I could,” Garrett answered, his voice thick with pain. “She’s nothing. A girl who owed me for taking her in.”

“Taking her in?” Zan repeated, as if pretending to be interested in his words. “I thought she was a Clover.”

“We lost three people trying to save her from your city,” Garrett grunted, still moving the blade along his jawline. “She’s lucky all I wanted was sex.”

Zan’s hands clenched into fists. “And if she didn’t want to have sex with you?”

“I would have taken it anyway.”

I blanched at his words, wondering what could have happened if I’d stayed at that house. Warner froze, his glare focused on Garrett. Viggo and Pax stayed quiet, both staying on the other side of the cabin. Zan’s eyes didn’t leave Garrett’s as blood continued dripping onto the floor. The entire left side of Garrett’s face was a mangled mess, and his hand was shaking as he dragged the blade across his skin again.

My stomach roiled with nausea from watching. Yet I couldn’t make myself feel sorry for him. I should be screaming at Zan to stop. But after knowing what he wanted to do to me, I really didn’t care if he lived or died. My heart thudded, wondering if I was as bad as Zan. I wanted Garrett to suffer.

“I want you to do the same to the other side of your face,” Zan said, his voice mockingly cruel. “You’re free to think whatever you’d like, but I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth. Don’t stop cutting yourself until I say.”

Garrett gasped in pain when he switched the knife to his other cheek. Tears were mixing with the blood as he slowly sliced through his skin. Hatred was deep in his eyes as he glared at Zan, but his lips stayed pressed together.

When Zan turned to face me, Warner pulled me behind him again, and I didn’t miss the flash of annoyance in Zan’s eyes before he masked it.

“Now, to deal with you,” Zan murmured, his gaze going to me. “I told you that night that I’d let him come too. That still stands—as long as I know he won’t try to go against me.”

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