Sin Undone

She cocked her head and studied him, his handsome, hard face, his dark, soulless eyes. “Why don’t I believe you?” “I don’t know.” He rolled one powerful shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “I’ve made it clear that I want you. If you’re dead, I can’t have you.” “You can’t have control of the den, you mean.” He shrugged again, but she didn’t expect him to deny it. They both knew the deal. “I’m curious, Lycus… where’s Marcel?” Something flashed in Lycus’s eyes, but it was gone before she could read it, and in an instant, his expression was neutral again. “Don’t you know?” “I know he was responsible for an attack on Lore’s mate.” “Then I assume Marcel is dead?” He narrowed his eyes. “You suspect me of knowing about the attack.” “You’re a rocket scientist, aren’t you?” She started moving, a slow circle around him that he tracked with his gaze. “What would you say if I’ve decided to hand over control of the den?” This time, his grin was genuine. He moved to her, slid his hand around the back of her neck, and for a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. “I’d say you won’t regret it, baby.” She pulled her hand out of her pocket and flashed her ringless finger at him. “I won’t.” Lycus’s eyes shot wide open, his expression filling with rage, his hand tightening on her neck. “You bitch!” Twisting, she wrenched away from him, settled in a defensive stance, his chest of weapons behind her. “Don’t do it, Lycus. You know the penalty for injuring another assassin in the den.” Not that she was an assassin any longer, but she was entitled to safe passage until she was inside a Harrowgate.

“I’ll kill you, Sin. I will have your head within the week.” Smiling, she eased backward, next to the chest. Keeping an eye on him, she reached inside, removed a clay bottle. “Infernal fire, huh? For some reason, I’m not surprised to see this.” “So?” he snarled.

“You know it’s forbidden to use this in the human realm.”

“Which is why I don’t use it there.”

“Oh, I think you did. The question is, why. Why would you want me dead in a way that would mean you couldn’t get my ring?” He took the bottle from her, and she could practically feel the hatred rolling off him, scorching her skin. “You little succubus whore. You should have taken me up on my offer to become my mate. Now you’re dead. And I think, just for fun, that I’ll have your body stuffed and preserved, and the things I’ll do to you…” His voice lowered to a creepy, shiver-inducing whisper. “You’ll be my blow-up doll, baby. Forever.”

She hit him. Decked him. And then she got the hell out of there. She wouldn’t belong to anyone in life… or death. Sin Undone





Twenty-two


Con’s boots felt like they were full of lead as he trudged across the rocky grounds of the dhampire sanctuary in northern Scotland. The evening breeze brought with it the scent of the ocean, the bite of salt air, and the stench of angry wargs.

Thatch-roofed cottages dotted the mossy countryside, but it was the larger, wooden motte and bailey structure that Con was heading toward. At the base of the grassy hill, where fog had settled like soup in a bowl, heavy trestle tables and chairs were visible in the mist like mountain peaks poking out of a cloud deck. No matter what the weather, dhampires preferred to be outside, whether they were conducting business meetings or celebrating a holiday.

Now, the members of the Dhampire Council were gathered in the area, as were several Warg Council members, including Valko and Raynor. As Con drew closer, the familiar sensation of his skin tightening grew stronger.

“Conall.” Valko’s deep voice cracked like a whip, and everyone turned to Con. “Where the fuck have you been? Did you know there’s a war going on? The damned varcolac attacked us.” Raynor swung to Valko. “Because someone leaked the fact that only we are affected by the virus! You knew what would happen, and now you’re using the attacks as an excuse to exterminate us.” Valko scoffed. “It wasn’t the pricolici who leaked the information. But we will finish this war. Your curs are already on the run after the battle in Canada—”

“No,” Con interrupted. “The Aegis and human military will finish it. The virus has mutated, and it’s affecting the pricolici now.” Every drop of color drained from Valko’s face. “What? Are you sure?”

“Very.”

Valko’s legs seemed to give out, and he sank onto a bench. “Have you found a cure? A vaccine? Where is Sin?”

Hearing Sin’s name come from the warg scum cranked up Con’s temper. “Why do you care? You wanted her dead.”

Valko’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull “She’s dead?”

Con didn’t answer. “Tell me who you hired, Valko.” He moved toward the warg, prepared to beat a confession out of him, but Raynor blocked him.

“Has a vaccine been developed?”

“It’s close,” Con said tightly. “And the irony is that if the vaccine works, it’s all because of the Feast warg you both tried to kill.”

That shut everyone up—everyone except Bran, who barked out a laugh until someone called his name. A gangly blond female was loping toward them, her coltishly long legs eating up the ground. “My lord,” she panted as she halted in front of them. “There’s trouble… a female demon on the property.”

A lick of unease went through Con, but he tamped it down because no way would Sin have come here—

“She’s demanding to see Conall,” the girl finished, and Con swore. “Damn you!” Sin’s outraged curses carried on the wind, and despite Con’s increasing anxiety, he felt a flicker of a smile touch his lips. At least, until he saw her, struggling against the grip of two big males, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.

Rage rolled in like a thunderstorm, roiling up from his gut and crashing into his skull. His feet were moving before his fury-soaked brain knew what was happening. He tore off across the wiry grass, each step parting the wispy tendrils of fog that skimmed the ground.