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As for Sammy, how dare he show his anger now, after giving me up as an unwilling sacrifice. As property the three of them will share. My hands rub down my face with aggravation as I come to the only realization that matters in this whole mess. We would both be dead right now at the hands of the Brotherhood if it wasn’t for Zeke’s quick thinking and words. I’m filled with so many regrets, ones that I can’t do anything about now.

“What is the marriage ritual?” I question.

At least they both have the gall to look embarrassed. They give each other a quick glance. So it fucking begins, the cooperation between men to control a woman.

This fucking woman.I will murder both of them and feed them their own cocks. No, better, I will feed them each other’s cocks.What about Abraham? My mind inquires.So far, his cock is safe, but it’s only a matter of time. He’s just like the rest of them.

“Dinah…ah...shit.” Sammy rakes his hands once again through his long locks. “Ezekiel will have to fuck you tonight in front of a select group of high-ranking members of the Brotherhood, while they watch to prove that you are pure. His father will no doubt be amongst them.”

All the blood drains from my face, and my ears ring. There is no way I just heard him say what I thought I did. There is no way this asshole just told me Zeke would be fucking me before an audience of Brotherhood members tonight. I shake my head with disbelief. This is how they are going to keep me safe?

I take two quick steps forward, my fist crashing into the side of Sammy’s face, and I pivot, launching my leg outwards to strike Zeke in the stomach. Both of them emit groans of pain and shock at my sudden outburst of violence, swiftly retreating from me with a wary tension. “You stupid bastards!”

“Nightstar!”

“Snow, FUCK! Stop fucking hitting people!”

“You are lucky all I’m doing is hitting you, and not just cutting off your dicks like you two deserve.”

“It’s the only way, Nightstar.”

“Various problems with that scenario, not even the biggest fucking one being that I am not, in fact, pure. You know that your fucking self, Sammy, since you took my virginity years ago.”Someone save me from these fools.

“I have a way around that, Snow. You’ll have to trust me,” Zeke implores, his green eyes shining with the need to make me agree to this fiasco they have come up with to keep me safe.

Trust him? I want to bludgeon him with the nearest object and rip his heart out of his chest, yet he’s asking me to trust that he won’t betray me to the Brotherhood. That he won’t offer me up for some fucking reward of power. Betray me as he did my brother, who he left hanging from a beam in his home.

“You have no other choice, Dinah. If you want to live, you have to trust me.”

Chapter 32

The Sinner

Dinah

Theincessantchatterofthe women around me is grating on my last nerve, setting my patience on the brink of rupture, and threatening to shatter what is left of my composure. If I had one of my blades, I would slice all their throats and roll around in their blood like the bloodthirsty psycho they don’t know I am.Unfortunately, I don’t.

Ezekiel,the cunt,made sure of that after locking me in this room with them and telling me to behave.The fucking audacity on him. Now, here I am in this large bedroom suite, surrounded by giggling women, being pampered and prepared to meet my fate. A fate that I consider worse than death.

Does anyone care that I don’t want to do this?Nope.Would they if I started snapping necks or biting people’s faces like a wild caged animal?Maybe. Zeke must have realized what I was capable of, because he warned me if I fucked this up, he would put a bullet in the back of Sammy’s skull while I was forced to watch. I’m seething with anger at both of them, to the extent that for a brief moment, I entertained the thought of telling him to go right ahead.

“Your hair is so beautiful and thick, Miss Dinah. It will look stunning with the golden veil,” Marta, one of the household attending maids, says as she plays with my long, dark hair. She shapes it into intricate designs with diamond-covered pins and fastens them to my scalp. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from uttering anything rude. It’s not her fault I am stuck in this mess; it’s mine. It’s the Brotherhood’s. It’s fucking Ezekiel Rothesay’s.

“Her eyes are stunning! I have never seen eyes this color. Every time the light hits them, they seem to change from blue to gray. You are truly blessed, Miss Dinah,” Sonia, another maid, compliments me, as she uses a brush to apply blush to my cheeks. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her not to bother; lambs to the slaughter don’t need to be beautiful. They just need to be present and forced.

“Ladies, please compose yourselves and your excitement. You have a future Sacred Wife before you. My future daughter. Our Lord and Savior has truly blessed her by being chosen as my son’s spouse. She will bring the next generation of Rothesay into this blessed world.”

My future mother-in-law, Esther, stands before me, appraising my appearance like a vendor scrutinizing ripe fruit at the market. Her relentless gaze has been fixed upon me for the past hour, causing annoyance to crawl beneath my skin, and the desire to lash out, and smack her, an ever-present need riding me hard.

It’s evident that she places no faith in the words she speaks. To her, I am an ominous cursed specter haunting her family’s lineage. She made this abundantly clear when she shared her disdain with me, before the elaborate preparations for my role as a coveted sacrifice to the Order began.

“A wise woman builds her house, while a foolish woman tears hers down with her own hands.” Esther Rothesay stood there, a vision of pride cloaked in righteous fury. Her dark tresses framed her head, making her look like a queen announcing her decree while her intense, dark chocolate eyes bore into mine, as if attempting to unveil the secrets hidden within the depths of my soul. As if she, too, was not filled with sins. “I warn you, Dinah Camrose. I will not allow you to tear down my home, or my family’s holy and loyal name.”

Holy name? Was she freaking kidding? Her family are a bunch of toxic misogynist assholes that enjoy forcing women like my mother and her into gangbangs, sexual slavery, and becoming breeding mares for the Order. Furthermore, her asshole son is extorting me down the aisle, and keeping me a prisoner in her home. How’s that for holy?

“A gracious woman gains honor; violent men gain only wealth.” I smiled viciously at her with my teeth bared. “I have no desire to be part of your family or your home. If I could, I would sacrifice you all to Satan, and dance naked in his flames.”

The gasp that slipped from her lips and the profound horror etched across her face, as she quickly retreated, sent a surge of perverse pleasure coursing through me, even making me feel a twinge of exhilaration. Fuck, I have to take pleasure where I can now. Toppling Esther Rothesay from her lofty pedestal was undeniably satisfying.

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