Page 11 of Sweet Sin

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SAVANNAH

The blond man is about five feet away from me when Sydney barks and races toward me.

He turns, and I have no choice.

I lunge at him, and I plunge the sharp piece of glass into his chest.

He cries out as he falls to the ground with me on top of him.

The gun. Where’s the gun?

Did it fall to the ground? I didn’t hear a sound, but all I can think about is the glass embedded in his chest.

I pull it out and plunge it back in a different spot.

The squish and rip of his tissue, the quick give under the sharp edge of the glass. While humans can overcome so much, our bodies are oddly fragile… I can do significant damage with a piece of broken glass, and wrath nudges my neck.

Wrath…

My absent brother.

My dead brother.

For every other person I’ve lost to people like these two.

This man will pay the price.

I pull the glass out of his chest and drive it into the exposed flesh of his neck.

Blood squirts out—red and viscous—and I inhale the metallic scent of death.

“Vannah, stop!”

But I pull out the glass again, ready to plunge it back into this man’s flesh.

A sliver of recognition flows through me.

I know this man. Blond hair, blue eyes…tall…

I’ve seen him before…

Strong hands grip my shoulders, pull me off.

“Vannah, stop it.”

“No! No! He deserves what he gets!”

“Vannah, please…”

The voice—deep and soothing—resonates with me. Calms me.

Except I don’t want to be calm. I want to take this fucker out. If I take him out, maybe…just maybe…

“Vannah!”

My name is like nails spewing from his mouth. From Falcon’s mouth.

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