My attention flies back to Sin. He doesn’t have any weapons on, so I pause at the edge of the ring to take off my own.
“Keep your weapons, mortal. You’re going to need them.” Again, more dark promises linger in his tone.
My brow furrows. “But you don’t have any. I don’t want to accidentally stab you. I…”
Sin cuts in, “You’re more than welcome to stab me if you get the chance. I assure you, you’ll cause no lasting damage.”
I swallow thickly. “Okay. So, what do we do to train?”
Sin grins, showing his teeth. The effect is menacing. “Draw blood from me, mortal.”
“I – I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
The awkwardness of this situation starts to sink in fully. Damien at least walked me through different moves and tried to teach me how to use them. As cool as it was to throw a blade at Sin over breakfast, my palms are starting to sweat at the thought of fighting him. I threw the blade on instinct. I’m not a fighter.
Sin quirks an eyebrow. “Afraid, mortal?” His tone is mocking.
My cheeks heat. “No.”
Yes. Yes, I’m definitely afraid. I’m probably going to accidentally stab myself.
“I just don’t –” I pause, trying to find the right words. “I’m not a fighter,” I finish lamely.
“Is that right?” Sin asks, his voice low and deadly.
I shiver at his tone. Whatever happens next is going to suck for me.
“So, you prefer to remain an object for the Council – useful only as a toy for Leon?” His words bite into me, and I flinch.
But he’s only getting started.
Sin flicks his fingers at me, and less than a second later, a wave of energy crashes into me. I double over from the force of the impact, but there isn’t any pain. Instead, I gasp as molten heat courses through me,lighting up every one of my nerve endings. My body starts to flush, and I fight the impulse to clench my thighs together.
Even as the wave passes and I manage to stand upright again, I’m suddenly all too aware of the feeling of my clothes rubbing against my body.
Sin is watching me, looking mildly annoyed.
“What – what did you just do?” I ask, my voice coming out breathless.
“Since you seem to be so at ease with other people controlling your desires, this should feel all too comfortable for you,” he answers, flicking his fingers at me again.
Another wave of heat, and my nipples harden against my shirt. Even as I concentrate on trying to stop whatever is coursing through my body, I feel the warmth pulsing against my core.
Lust.
Sin is controlling my emotions, and he’s hitting me with waves of lust.
“Stop it,” I tell him, my own voice sounding small.
Sin hits me with yet another wave in response, stronger than the last.
“Stop, please,” my voice breaks as my body betrays me. The sensation is eerily similar to when the bond flared up and made me burn for Leon.
Panic edges into my consciousness.
“Why?” Sin asks petulantly. “Isn’t this what you want – to be used as a Council whore? How many times did you show reluctance to Leon, only to have magic twist you into having him inside of you?”
Shame wells up, and my throat hurts from holding back tears. “Mind your own fucking business.”
