Well, shit. Sin’s room is directly across from mine.
I’d say that I’m surprised, but I’m really not. I bet he’s here to ensure I don’t try anything stupid like slitting someone’s throat in their sleep.
Would slitting a Destroyer’s throat even kill them? I’m doubting it.
I should leave. This is an intrusion on his privacy.
But my heart is pounding from the thrill of being somewhere I shouldn’t be, and the reverberating beat drowns out my dark thoughts.
I’m not going anywhere.
Besides, if Sin didn’t want me to go through his room, he should have locked the door. Or, more accurately, he shouldn’t have kidnapped me.
His room is bigger than the one I’ve been given. There’s a door to my left that I assume holds a washroom. Further in, there are large windows, with a glass door that opens out to a stone balcony. Soft light from the setting sun spills into the room, adding to the ambiance.
The bed is a four poster like mine, only about twice the size. It’s also covered in a large, soft-looking blanket. I walk over and feel the material. It’s cozy and warm.
The thought has me remembering that I shredded all my blankets to make my blanket rope. I chew on my lower lip, considering whether I’m ready to commit another theft.
After the way Sin invaded my personal space today, I know he puts off a lot of body heat. There’s no way he needs this blanket. I, on the other hand, will freeze to death tonight if I don’t find new bedding.
Deciding I’m not in the mood to die, I strip the blanket off the bed, bundling it up in my arms.
I definitely don’t smell it.
That would be weird.
I’ve always liked the smell of woodsmoke, though.
Men are making me crazy.
The room is deathly quiet, making me paranoid that Sin will be back any minute and catch me in the act. While I think antagonizing him might help convince him to leave me somewhere else in the realm, I’d rather it wasn’t a deadly place. So, I hurry out of his room.
Once back in the safety of my own room, I throw my new treasure onto my bed, impressed with my handiwork.
I bet Sin won’t even notice it’s gone.
Chapter 6
Rule six:When sitting at the enemy’s table, try not to moan.
There are some things that transcend the boundaries of time and space. Unfortunately, I’ve just realized that morning people are one of those things.
The sun is just starting to peek up over the horizon when I’m awakened by someone pounding at my door. The sound is insistent, and after a few minutes, I realize they aren’t going away.
Reluctantly, I roll out of bed and rub the sleep from my eyes as I make my way over to the door – if only to make whoever it is go away.
Opening the door, I’m met with a pair of warm brown eyes that look far too excited to be awake. The man is beaming like it is Christmas morning. He’s taller than me, with short-cropped light blond hair, and his face holds a day’s growth of scruff. His frame is lean,but from the shorts and tight-fitting T-shirt he’s wearing, I can see he’s also very toned.
Another attractive man in the Shadow Realm.
Shocking.
“Good morning, sunshine!” he exclaims, and his tone immediately reminds me of Sarah, making my heart pinch a little.
“Uhm – hi?” I answer, trying to figure out who this person is. He looks familiar, and I’m certain I’ve seen him before.
“I’m Damien, sorry I haven’t introduced myself yet, but I only just got back. I’m so happy we get to keep you!” he says, bouncing on his heels.
