I tilt my head, still staring at her. “Run, Mindy, before I change my mind.”
Not needing to be told twice, she sprints away, leaving behind a fresh trail of blood.
Once she rounds the corner, I turn to smile at Arianna. “No need to dispose, but would you mind making sure she leaves the Council grounds?”
Her eyes immediately become pools of darkness, and she looks overjoyed as she stares down the hall.
The effect is low-key terrifying.
“Gladly. Cerberus needs a walk, anyhow. We’re going to have so much fun!” She exclaims and then skips through the trail of blood.
“Thank you!” I call after her, thankful my psychotic friend is on our side.
The moment we’re alone again, Sin steps forward, crowding me against the wall. He licks a path up the side of my neck. “Have I mentioned how fucking hot it is when you get angry?”
I let out a breathless laugh, even as I press back into him. “I think you just like seeing me jealous.”
He lets out a low growl, grinding his dick against my ass. “I like seeing you claim me, kitten. I’m fuckingyours. And if you don’t stop feeling so turned on, I’m going to lift that pretty dress and take you against this wall until you scream loud enough to remind everyone here that you’re mine.”
His teeth sink into my neck, just hard enough to tease, and it sends jolts of pleasure coursing directly between my thighs.
“Bedroom,” I hiss.
“Again? You’re both worse than animals,” a familiar, authoritative voice calls out.
I freeze, but Sin drags his teeth against my neck one more time before slowly turning to look at Ragna.
She seems both exasperated and unimpressed, standing in the hallway with her arms crossed.
“Ragna, we wanted to talk–” I start, but she turns on her heel and starts striding away.
Something pulses against my skin, everywhere Sin is touching, and there’s a brief flash of red.
“We aren’t discussing it here, so keep your Destroyer power in your pants,” she snaps without bothering to look back at us.
“It’s like she has eyes behind her head,” I mutter, as Sin and I move to follow her.
“I heard that,” she says flatly, stepping into a room only a few doors down.
We follow her into a small office, and Sin shuts the door behind us. There are a few chairs, a desk in one corner, and something that looks like a complicated version of a piano against the far wall.
Despite the dim lighting of the sconces, the room is cast in a deep red glow as Sin’s powers surge.
Ragna doesn’t react and waits for us in the center of the room, still looking annoyed.
“My turn, kitten,” Sin notes quietly, before kissing me on the head and stalking forward.
Butterflies dance in my stomach.
“Ragna, something about you has bothered me ever since you asked to meet with me and Morgana. There’s been something off, and I’m out of patience. You’re hiding things – things about my mate.” His voice is menacing.
Content to watch, I take a seat in one of the chairs, enthralled by this deadlier side of him. The sharp edges of my soul sing, feeling like wind whistling over a blade.
Ragna only looks more exasperated. “As endearing as this little show of protection is, it’s not needed. I am not your enemy. I have been trying to protect Vivian since the moment she arrived here.”
“How?” I ask, trying not to scoff.
Sure, she helped me at the potion room. But before that? I don’t think giving me judging looks counts as help.
