Page 152 of Where Sinners Repent

Taking a steadying breath, I force myself to look around. This space is huge. It must be the main loading bay, with roller doors lining one side of the wall, big enough for. Rust coats everything.

Dozens of men surround us. They line the loading bay; Wraith cuts over their shirts and machine guns in their hands. Every barrel is pointed at us.

Ash’s breathing next to me is ragged from the cow prod, but I watch him from the corner of my eye straighten himself on his knees. Facing the men head-on.

The two men standing in front of us.

With their black hair and blue eyes.

Blue eyes that make my chest ache for another pair.

The older one, Isaac scans us with what can only be described as glee in his eyes. He must be proud of himself. Winning a fight against ten times our number.

Ethan stands beside him, eyes flicking rapidly. His fingers scratch at his arm, and he can’t seem to stay still. Using the supply he’s meant to be selling, now that Zeke isn’t around to kill him for it.

Great.

Zeke is the worst of the worst, but he’s more predictable than a junkie wielding a machine gun.

“Where’s my sister?” Isaac turns to another Wraith, his eyes narrowing.

“She wasn’t there, sir,” the Wraith ducks his eyes.

The relief that floods my system nearly has me melting to the floor. My girl is safe.

“What do you mean she wasn’t there?” Isaac’s eye begins to twitch as his glee turns into annoyance. “She opened the Goddamn door. How far could she have gotten in that time?”

I feel my brows draw.

Beside me, Ash goes still. Even Xavier stops fighting against the men holding him upright.

Isaac turns to us, his frustration melting off his face as a slow smile replaces it. He laughs, as if our confusion is the funniest thing he’s ever seen.

“Oh, yeah,” he croons, eyes landing on mine. “You don’t know.”

Glaring at him, I wait for the words to come out.

“Know what?” Ash barks.

Isaac spares him a quick glance, but his eyes slide back to me. Aiming the words at the person he knows they will hurt the most.

“Without my dear sister, Roxanne, none of this would have been possible.”

I feel my eyes shutter, but I force a blank expression, not giving him anything. Even though inside I feel everything. Confusion and betrayal, and thick fucking hatred for the asshole in front of me.

My mind refuses to settle on his words. Rejecting the truth.

No. Roxy was upstairs asleep. Kai went to check on her right before these fuckers came through the back entrance.

“Turns out she’s still a Wraith after all,” he grins. “Getting into that clubhouse was going to be our biggest problem. Too many fucking Devils crawling around to do anything too crazy. But my sweet little sister made it easy. We stepped right in, and you fuckers didn’t even notice.”

“You’re lying,” I say, deadly quiet.

Isaac’s eyes gleam; his sickening smile makes me doubt everything. It makes sense, the way they were able to spring on us before we were even aware that they were inside the building.

But she... she’s ours. Not theirs.

The drawing... The look in her eyes.