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When the Clock Strikes
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2025-07-06 22:45:34
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Sanctified Sin Ember
The house creaked with movement—pipes ticking, walls settling, wind pushing against the eaves. It wasn’t silent. Not anymore. Every sound made Eden’s skin prickle, every shadow in the corner of her vision felt like it was holding its breath.She stood at the kitchen sink staring out into the black yard, her reflection faint in the glass. Beyond that—nothing but trees, swaying in the wind. No headlights. No movement. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was out there, watching.The kids’ sound machine hummed faintly down the hall, a soft rush of static that should have been comforting. It wasn’t. It felt like a thin barrier between them and whatever waited outside.Behind her, Callum’s boots scuffed against the floorboards. He wasn’t trying to be quiet—he never did—but she knew him well enough now to hear the difference in his pace. Measured. Heavy. The walk of a man coiled tight and ready to spring.She didn’t turn as he came into the kitchen. She kept her eyes fixed on the
Sanctified Sin Burning Time
The house was quiet again.But it wasn’t the kind of quiet that made Eden’s chest tight. Not the silence that Dusty had mastered so well—turning it into a punishment, a threat, a reminder of who held the power.No.This quiet was alive. Humming. It was the sound of something being built.It was the sound of her sharpening her teeth.⸻She sat at the dining table, a chipped mug of coffee cradled between her palms. The kids were still asleep down the hall, their tiny bodies curled in beds that, for now, felt safe.Callum paced in the kitchen, his phone pressed to his ear, voice low but tight.“She’s filing first thing tomorrow. Emergency custody. Protective order. And yeah—we’ll need deputy presence at the house until it’s done.”He paused, listening, his eyes flicking to her.“Appreciate it, man. Really. We’ll owe you one.”When he hung up, Eden didn’t look up from her mug.“You didn’t have to make those calls.”“I know.” His voice softened, though the edge never left. “But I’m not sit
Sanctified Sin When the Clock Strikes
The clock on the wall ticked louder than usual.Or maybe it only felt that way because Eden couldn’t stop hearing his voice in her head.Tick tock, Edie.She sat cross-legged on the couch, staring at her phone like it might spit out another threat. Callum was pacing near the window, his gaze sweeping the street every few seconds.“Still nothing,” he muttered.Eden nodded absently, her thumb rubbing the edge of her phone. She hated this waiting—the quiet before impact, the pause before a predator struck.“I should’ve called the police already,” she said.“You don’t have to justify anything,” Callum said, his voice steady but tight. “This isn’t paranoia. This is him testing you. Testing us.”Eden’s lips pressed into a thin line. “He’s always testing. Always pushing. He’s not going to stop.”Callum finally stilled, turning to face her fully. His jaw flexed once before he crossed the room and knelt in front of her, his hands covering hers.“Then we push back.”Something in his tone sent a
Sanctified Sin Tick Tock
The smell of bacon woke her.Eden blinked against the morning light streaming through the curtains. For a moment, she didn’t move—just listened. There was no sound of cartoons or little feet racing down the hall. Just the soft sizzle of a skillet and the quiet scrape of a spatula.She stretched lazily, her muscles aching in a way that felt deliciously alive. Last night still lingered in her skin—in her thighs, in her lips, in the faint crescent of a bruise on her hip where Callum’s restraint had finally broken.For once, she didn’t feel compelled to rush out of bed. She lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting herself exist without a to-do list clawing at the edges of her mind.When she finally padded into the kitchen, Callum was at the stove, shirtless in gray sweatpants, spatula in hand.“You cook now?” Her voice was still husky from sleep.He glanced over his shoulder, lips curving. “Don’t sound so surprised.”“You don’t strike me as the apron-wearing type.”“No apron.” He gestur
Sanctified Sin The Taking
The house was still.Too still.Eden lay awake in the dark, her cheek pressed to Callum’s chest, her body curved into his like it had been shaped to fit there. The quiet wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t the kind that lulled you into sleep.It was thick. Heavy. The kind of quiet that made your own thoughts sound too loud.She’d spent years living in silences like this. Only back then, it was because Dusty had slammed a door. Because she’d said too much or not enough. Because every sound risked waking the beast.But tonight was different.The man beneath her didn’t radiate danger. He didn’t grip or demand or expect. Callum’s arm was draped loosely around her, his chest rising and falling in the even rhythm of a man at ease.And yet… her heart wouldn’t settle.⸻“You awake?” Callum’s voice was low, sleep-rough.“Yeah.”“You’re overthinking.”“Always.” She hesitated. “I can’t shut it off.”“You don’t have to.” His thumb brushed absentmindedly across her shoulder. “Just let it run out.”But it w
Sanctified Sin The Quiet Undoing
The kids were asleep before she even hit the city limits.The rhythmic hum of the tires on asphalt should have soothed her. It used to. When life was simpler—or maybe just quieter—long drives were her escape. Backroads. Windows down. Music turned up so loud her bones vibrated.Tonight, there was only silence.Maggie clutched her stuffed fox tight, her tiny hands still sticky from the juice Dusty had brought to the park. Beckett’s head lolled against the window, his lips parted in sleep. Katie curled into herself in the backseat, one hand clutching the hem of her shirt.Eden’s hands tightened on the wheel. One knuckle cracked.The park visit had been civil. Too civil. Dusty had worn his best version of human—charming, patient, even kneeling in the mulch to help Katie tie her shoe. He brought gummies and juice boxes like he’d been stocking up on fatherly effort in his absence.But Eden knew the truth. She saw it in the way his eyes followed her whenever Callum wasn’t in sight. The smile
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