chapter twenty-eight

[ IN WHICH SHE MAKES A CONFESSION ]

Luca isn't dead.

The pointy edge of the smokey sword can be seen, sticking out of Luca's back. Sin had driven the blade through his heart, leaving the hilt out of his body; however, the red-haired man is not dead. He is supposed to be, but he's not. He looks up at Sin from his position on the ground, a devilish smile playing on his lips. The weird scene doesn't faze the King, but it makes me squirm in discomfort.

Sin snaps his head to me, taking his grey eyes off his bleeding brother. His intense gaze causes my breathing to hitch. I jolt in my seat when he moves closer to me. I don’t know if I jolt at something else, or because he looks deadly at the moment. It is most definitely the latter. In the time frame of a second, Sin killed five men. He may have done worse to the guards that have been surrounding the building. Who knows how many bodies he crushed the moment he crashed into the building with full force.

He sent the walls crumbling down.

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