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"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

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How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

Dear readers, In Sin of Silence there is a character who is non-verbal and uses sign language to communicate. Over the course of a year, I researched methods of non-verbal communication, specifically sign languages. As sign language doesn't mirror spoken language, my intent was to be as authentic as possible. However, I quickly discovered that translating sign language onto the page is very difficult, especially for someone without a background in signing. The word order can be confusing, and the grammar is different from spoken language. I made the decision to go with flow over a straight translation, which is why the signed conversations in this book resemble spoken conversations. The sign

I stood by the door and just stared at him, trying to understand what my eyes were telling me, trying to make it make sense. This was the same man from last night. The same man from the club. The same man who had made me ride his cock until I bled and lost consciousness in his car. I was still trying to process everything when his familiar voice cut through my clashing thoughts, "Come and have a seat, Paige." His voice was calm. Completely calm. Like this was normal. Like he hadn't done sinful things to me just last night. I managed to shut the thought down and forced my legs to move. I stepped forward slowly and lowered myself into the chair across from him, my eyes dropping to the desk bet

“Because I don't think God judges me, nearly as much as you do right now.” I exhaled sharply, willing myself to remain unaffected. “What is your name?” “Sienna.” She purred, her fingers trailing against the wooden pew beside her. “Sienna Rush.” She had the name of a sinner and the body of a Goddess. A dangerous combination. “And what brings you here?” She took another step, closing the space between us as I could see the mischievous gl in her eyes. “Curiosity.” “About faith?” “About you.”

Lara walked straight at me and poked holes in every argument I tried to make. And when she said she wanted to quit, my chest tightened in a way I didn't expect. "You're not quitting," I told her, and I meant it. She set her ground rules, and I agreed to all of them because they made sense. Professional. Secret. Temporary. Easy. Clean. Then Franklin called. "Xander, we have a problem." His voice was careful in the way that meant the problem was not small. "I reviewed the Williams Family Trust this morning. Specifically, Section Twelve, Clause Four."