Sinful (THE BOYS OF CHAPEL CREST #5) by K.G. Reuss EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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ASYLUM
I bolted upright so fast I fell off my chair in Sirena’s hospital room
and grasped my head, gasping for air.
“What’s wrong?” Sin demanded, lifting his head from her mattress
where he lay while she continued to sleep soundly. His voice was scratchy,
and his eyes were bloodshot. I hadn’t bothered to question him earlier, but it
was clear to me he’d cried several times just lying beside her for the last
few hours.
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“Fuck. FUCK!” It was the only thing I could get out as I stumbled to
my feet and tugged open the door. “Watch her.”
I rushed out of the facility and ran as fast as my damn legs could carry
me to the woods, slipping on the ice the entire goddamn way.
Run, run as fast as you can.
You can’t stop Dante’s knife.
He’s a fucking madman!
I can fucking stop it. Jesus fuck, could I not catch a damn break?
I stumbled forward, letting my sixth sense guide me.
You have to hurry. Fucking faster. FASTER!
I don’t have wings, motherfucker. . .
I crashed into the dark woods, tripping over branches and logs, cursing
the entire way.
The screams met my ears before I reached my destination. Surging
forward, I launched myself over a fallen log and darted around several
trees, my breath coming out in little white puffs.
Breath clouds.
Tired ones because tonight had been the ultimate shit show.
Imposter Rabbit.
They just won’t have it.
Play silly Rabbit games.
Get placed the ultimate blame.
I tripped over a fallen branch and bounced off a tree, my shoulder
shrieking in pain. Quickly, I righted myself and shot forward.
Move faster! You’re fucking too slow.
Too slow, turtle.
“Fuck off,” I snarled, shoving the second taunting voice out of my head.
I stumbled upon a gruesome scene, three watchers surrounding the
screaming, bloodied body of fucking Bryce Andrews.
“Stop!” I threw myself forward and knocked Church aside. His bloody
knife went flying into the white snow as I fell upon Bryce’s trembling body.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Church demanded, snapping his knife
up from the snow and coming back at me with a crazed look in his eye only
lunatics wore. I knew it well since it was the same look that greeted me
every morning when I looked in the mirror.
He rushed at me, knife at the ready.
He’s going to fucking gut you!
No fucking shit.
Church swung the blade at me. Instinctively, I held my hand out,
earning a nasty slash across my palm that had me cursing his name to hell
and back.
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