Page 69 of Bite of Sin

Pax glanced at Zan as Viggo asked the next thing.

“When is her birthday month?”

“June.”

“Two months,” Pax muttered. “She hasn’t been tested yet, Zan.”

“She’s an orphan,” Zan added, sounding thoughtful.

“Yes,” I spat out. “I guess it doesn’t matter, does it? I either die now by you or get killed by the sickness if I do have black blood.”

Pax exchanged a look with Zan for a long moment while Viggo asked Warner how old he was and if he’d been tested already. Which he was a couple of years ago.

“Enough for now,” Zan gritted out. “He has what we need. Put him back in the cage. We’ll get everything later.”

Viggo stepped back, releasing Warner’s neck, and I watched as he blinked a couple of times and anger flooded back onto his face as Viggo manhandled him back into the cage.

“And her?” Viggo asked, nodding at me. “A human who can’t be entranced. Never thought I’d see that.”

“There’s more of us too,” I snapped. “And growing by the day.”

Viggo raised an eyebrow, looking amused. “You’ll never have the numbers to beat us.”

Zan passed me to Pax. “Take her upstairs. She’s staying with us.”

“Maybe I should do that,” Viggo sneered, glaring at his twin. “For all we know, Pax might let her get away on purpose.”

“Fuck off.” Pax gripped my arm tightly. “You know I would never put you in danger.”

Viggo’s mouth fell. “She had a fucking stake to Zan’s heart.”

“Pax, take her upstairs,” Zan said again, turning toward the bar. “We’re going to have to let Dad know what we learned.”

He and Viggo began speaking in hushed voices while Warner started yelling when Pax dragged me toward the stairs. My fighting did nothing once he just lifted me up.

“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with,” I snarled.

“We’re not killing you tonight, Kali,” Pax said tightly. “The night I met you, I told you we try to save the humans who bleed black. I was telling the truth. You haven’t been tested yet. Which means your life is safe until you turn twenty-five.”

Chapter27

Zan

“Ididn’t know the couch was that comfortable,” Viggo mocked as he shoved my legs off the cushions and plopped down.

I shot him a glare as I sat up, running a hand down my face. There was a thud behind me, and I looked into the kitchen to see Pax drinking from a blood bag. Our living quarters were sparse and small. It was open concept with the living room being right next to the kitchen, with a small counter and some mismatched stools separating them. Most of the big furniture, like the leather couch and our beds, had been shipped in from our father, but my brothers and I got everything else in here on our own.

I didn’t care that the wooden floors were old and scratched. Or that the walls desperately needed a new coat of paint. The kitchen wasn’t usable, but we never cooked, so that wasn’t an issue. It was the complete opposite of how we’d lived on our father’s property, where we had everything at the snap of our fingers. I loved this even more. Because it was ours. There were no vampires watching us and reporting everything to our father. This house and the city were my freedom. We’d built this city on our own.

I glanced down the hallway, where our three bedrooms were. “How is she?”

Viggo arched an eyebrow. “Do you care?”

“I brought her food an hour ago,” Pax spoke up. “She still won’t say a word.”

“Maybe she’ll talk to you,” Viggo mused with a chuckle. “Or not. Seeing as you locked her in your room two days ago.”

I gritted my teeth, wishing we hadn’t soundproofed our rooms so I could hear her. But living so close together, I never would have gotten sleep with Viggo’s room right next to me, since he loved to bring women home nearly every day.

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