Page 115 of Sweet Sin

Something else is going on.

I’m walking into a minefield.

And I’m doing it gladly, to save Falcon Bellamy.

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FALCON

Never have I felt more pulled into multiple directions at once than I do in this moment.

I don’t want to leave my sister, but where is Savannah? Savannah’s the woman I love, and she should’ve been back from the bathroom twenty minutes ago.

I look into Raven’s eyes.

“It’s okay,” she says. “Go.”

“Ray…”

She smiles—a weak smile that’s forced, but she does it for me. “I see it in your face, Falcon. Mom and Dad will be back. Hawk and Eagle are here. Robbie’s on her way. I’m fine. Go. Find her.”

Thank you, I mouth to my sister, and I leave her room.

The bathrooms are at the end of the hallway, near the alcove where the vending machines are. I race toward them, my feet already feeling numb.

That sixth sense I got on the inside? The one that saved my ass more than once?

It’s like a crow pecking at the back of my neck, telling me to beware.

It’s pecking hard now—so hard I absently touch the back of my neck to check for blood.

No blood of course, but I massage the muscles, try to ease the pecking.

Doesn’t work.

And then the door is in front of me. The women’s restroom.

Can’t go in there.

Everything in me tells me not to go in there, yet I have no choice.

I crack the door. “Savannah? You in there?”

No reply.

“Is anyone in there?”

Again no reply. Not that I expect there to be one. Most women, when a man yells into the women’s restroom, aren’t going to reply.

A moment later a woman exits, her face pale and her lips trembling.

“I’m sorry if I frightened you, ma’am. I’m looking for my girlfriend. She left nearly half an hour ago to go to the bathroom, and she never came back.”

She cracks the bathroom door open. “I don’t think there’s anyone else in there. You can go in and look now if you’d like.”

“Thank you.”

I walk in then. “Savannah?” I look under each stall.

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