“I’m sure she could spare you for a few hours,” she coaxes, dismissing me to give him a heated look.
Purple energy crackles over my skin, and Sin does nothing to diffuse it.
“I don’t think we’ve been introduced yet. Who are you?” I ask, and my voice sounds strained from trying to keep the energy at sub-apocalyptic levels.
Her eyes widen, and she gives me a blatantly fake innocent look. “Oh? Didn’t Sin talk about me? I was working as a spy for Morgana.” Her lips curl into a twisted smile as she adds, “Sin and I used to fuck, like all the time. Until, of course, I was captured. Thanks for the out, by the way.”
Maybe I can put her back in a cell? That’s not too murdery.
“You had a girlfriend?” I ask Sin, frowning.
Not that I’d have a right to be upset if he did, but everyone made it sound like he never dated.
The woman I’m very quickly starting to despise is quick to answer, “Fates, no. Sin would never settle foronlyone woman. His appetites are far too voracious. Does he do that thing with you? The one where you dress all in white, so he can chase you through the forest and fuck you into the dirt.”
Something dark and ugly grows within me.
“I’m fucking mated, Mindy. So, whatever you’re trying to do? Don’t. You were a good spy, and Morgana would hate to see you go,” Sin snaps back.
But instead of looking worried, her lashes lower as she slinks a step closer. “I’ve always liked it when you use that tone. You could chase us both, at the same time, if you’d prefer.”
I count to ten.
The crackling along my skin grows hotter.
“No,” Sin growls. “Now apologize to my mate before I fucking end you. And you’d better pray that she’ll let you keep breathing.”
Mindy rolls her eyes and gives a soft giggle. “Right, right. Appearances. I’ve had arrangements like this before – men who don’t want their mates to know. I’ll find you later, and don’t worry, I’ll keep the dress on. I know how much you like to tear them o–”
A rivulet of blood spills from her mouth, choking off her words. The red liquid dribbles down, and her eyes widen with shock as she stares down at her stomach.
It’s currently holding my dagger.
I expect my conscience to chime in, but nothing happens.
Maybe it’s on its union-mandated break or something.
Figuring I should make the best of it, I embrace my newfound murderous tendencies. “Sorry, to confirm, you’re immortal, right?” I ask, tilting my head curiously.
She opens her mouth to say something, only to choke on more blood.
Sin kisses my temple. “She’ll heal, kitten.”
His answer sends another bolt of anger flashing through me. My dress drags through the blood pooling at her feet as I stalk forward and shove her against the wall.
“Then I guess I’ll need to use an immortal-killing blade,” I hiss, grinning as I yank my dagger from her flesh.
Her injury begins to close, and her eyes widen. “You fucking crazy–”
My dagger sinks into her voice box, and the tip of the blade embeds into the wall.
It’s highly effective, managing to shut her up and pin her in place, all at once.
I love this for me.
Mindy makes a faint gurgling noise, and I realize she’s trying to yell at me, but can’t because my dagger is still snuggled up to her larynx.
Briefly, I wonder why she doesn’t just pull it out, until I spot the glowing red ropes binding her arms to the wall.
