Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Her fingers cover my mouth, halting my words. When she shakes her head, it causes a ripple through that beautiful crown of hair. “I trust you, Saint. I believe in you enough to wait until you feel the time is right. And that’s all I need right now.”
Yeah… I’m probably still fucking in love with this woman. Since we’ve reconnected, she’s proven to me over and over again why I should be. Sin gets me better than anyone ever has.
“But…” she murmurs, taking my chin between her fingers to make me look at her. “I won’t step back from this no matter how many times you ask, Saint, so don’t do it again. I’m with you until the end of this caper, so suck it up, okay?”
I’d hoped for a different answer. I had fucking prayed she’d entertain the idea of letting me get Mercier off her back so I could concentrate solely on bringing him down instead of needing to worry about her. I had wanted to remove her as a distraction.
But I should have known better. My sweet, beautiful, and brave Sin isn’t going to let fear over what we might face control her. She’s going to insist on standing by my side until the very end.
I hate hearing her confirm that, because now I’ll need Cruce’s help to make sure she stays safe.
So be it.
All I can do is act like I accept her proclamation. When I capitulate with a, “Fine. Partners ’til the end,” I don’t even feel bad over the bald-faced lie.
Her return smile is beautiful, and I memorize it. “Partners in crime.”
“Always,” I murmur, drawing her closer. If we come out of this, my life of crime is over. I hope Sin feels the same.
There’s a slight tap on my shoulder. “Excusez-moi.”
My head turns to see Julian Mercier is the one who interrupted us. Insides briefly icing over—had he heard anything he shouldn’t have?—I halt our dance, tugging Sin to my side.
Julian gives me a polite nod. “So glad you could make it tonight.”
Without waiting for a reply, he gives Sin an appraising once-over.
“Ma petite, tu fais de l’ombre à tout le monde.” At her blank look, he flashes her a grin and laughs. “Ah… Sin, may I have this dance with you?”
No fucking clue what he said first, but I know it wasn’t that because dance sounds practically the same in both languages. I also hadn’t liked the seductive timbre in his tone. Nor do I appreciate the way his eyes seem to burn into Sin’s.
Suddenly, all thoughts of playing nice evaporate. All I can think about is beating him to a pulp right here on his expensive, parqueted ballroom floor. I’d gladly break a few knuckles to slaughter him, right here, right now.
But then Sin’s voice breaks through the haze. With a flirty laugh, she lets him down gently. “While I’d love to, Julian, I was just telling Saint how badly my feet hurt in these new shoes. Women’s fashion is for the birds.” With a cheeky wink, she continues, “But tell me—what did that first phrase you said mean?”
To my relief, Julian appears disappointed instead of offended as he chuckles. Dropping his voice to a silky murmur, he answers. “Ma petite, tu fais de l’ombre à tout le monde—My dear, your beauty puts everyone else in the shade.”
Sin giggles, covering her mouth. Mercier looks pleased with her reaction while I have to fight off my murderous feelings again.
But then I get excited when he glances between us and says, “If I can’t tempt Sin into a dance, then perhaps you two would like to accompany me down to the lower level? We have some private matters to discuss.”
A thrill runs through me. I don’t dare look at Sin, afraid my expression will give me away.
But this is it.
He’s going to let us in on the big plan. We can finally start the real work of taking him down and ending this whole thing.
So I can get on with my life.
With Sin.
CHAPTER 22
Sin
Saint and I follow Mercier to the door the guard turned us away from earlier. The same guard is there, holding the door open for us.
There’s an ornate wooden staircase that descends to the basement level of the château. It’s cavernous, seeming even bigger than the upper levels, yet it feels plush at the same time because of the thick carpeting and silk wallpaper.
It feels as if we entered into an art museum from all the gorgeous paintings in ornate frames on the wall. Professional up-lighting provides the right ambience to fully appreciate the art. There are several marble pedestals topped with busts and sculptures. Glass cases hold ornate jewelry—some of it looking incredibly old, maybe even from royal lineage—displayed in a line down the middle of the floor. Antique furniture dots the perimeters along the walls and in corners.