Page 99 of Sweet Sin

Then…footfalls.

“There you are, Vannah.” Falcon’s eyes flash with sexy anger. “Come with me.”

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FALCON

I spent the morning being interrogated by a clearly biased detective and then by a clearly non-biased but unbelieving one.

I come home to find a strange bodyguard outside my house while Savannah is there alone.

And I end up here.

Back at this damned hospital, looking at my sweet sister in a hospital bed.

No.

No.

No.

This cannot be happening again.

Raven is not sick. My bone marrow may not be magic, but damn it! It has to work.

“What’s wrong?” Savannah asks, her brown eyes wide.

“What isn’t wrong?” I retort, yanking her along beside me.

The room…

The room is still vacant.

I shove her inside and close the door, and then grab both of her hands and plaster her to the wall, her hands above her head, and I crush our lips together.

Hers are already parted, and I push my tongue inside.

Sweet, sweet Savannah.

I can lose myself in her.

Lose myself in her softness, her femininity.

Lose myself in my sweet sin.

But she yanks her arms down, breaking my grasp on her and the kiss as well.

“No, Falcon.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I said no. Not like this. Not again.”

“I need you,” I grit out.

“And I need you,” she says. “But not in the hospital again. I can’t do it. Not with Raven in the other room. And Ashley.”

“Ashley? Ashley’s gone, Vannah.”

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