Page 32 of Sinful Curses
Instead of some wiseass retort, his gaze remained fixed ahead as his mouth flattened into a thin line. “We have to go.”
“I know.”
He turned on his stool to face her again and tilted his head in that, what she hated to admit, endearing way he had of studying her. He’d shaved the stubble from his cheeks at some point to reveal the perfection of his face.
“Aren’t you concerned we won’t find anything?” he asked.
“We’ve already found something, and according to the brownies, it’s something more than anyone else from Belda’s town ever found.”
“True.”
“It just wasn’t a way out.”
“Not yet.”
Unable to stand the intensity of his gaze, Sahira shifted her attention to the bottles behind the bar. “Doyoustill think we’ll make it out of this?”
“I know we will, don’t you?”
Sahira pondered this for a minute. “Yes.”
Maybe she wasn’t as convinced as when she first arrived in this realm, but finding this town had given her hope again. There was more to this realm than met the eye. There had to be a way to get out.
She had no idea how something had trapped everyone here, but she believed she was onto something with this realm having something to do with time. The symbolshadto be hourglasses; maybe they weren’t the standard hourglasses they were all used to seeing, but what else could they be?
“What happens when the sand reaches the bottom of the hourglass?” she pondered.
“We get out of here,” Orin said.
Sahira hoped he was right and that something more ominous wasn’t coming for them. But it didn’t matter because they would continue onward no matter what.
“Are you ready to go back out there, witchy witch?” he asked.
“No,” she admitted. “Are you?”
The arrogant grin he flashed normally irritated her, but now it caused a little flutter in her dumbass heart.
“I’m always ready for anything,” he said.
Sahira rolled her eyes. She should have known better than to expect a serious answer from him.
When he leaned closer, his scent filled her nostrils and fueled the thirst clawing at her with increasing frequency for days. She’d once again gone too long without feeding because of him and was on the verge of losing control.
If he hadn’t threatened Elsa and Zeth, she would have fed from them by now, and she should find her friends, but she couldn’t drink from them. She could smell their blood without contemplating jumping on them and drinking from them, but his scent was like waving a piece of raw meat before a wolf.
Her mouth watered, and her fangs tingled as her gaze involuntarily fell to his neck. Memories erupted in her head, and she recalled what it was like to sink her fangs into his flesh to drink.
His potent blood was a rush of power the likes of which she’d never experienced before. It had sated her in a way no other’s ever had, and she cravedmore.
She was tired of starving and denying herself what she wanted…him.She easily recalled how her body came alive beneath his hands. It was impossible to forget what he’d felt like inside her as his arms enveloped her.
For that moment in time, in a place where everything she’d ever known and loved was ripped away, she felt safe and happy. The passion he’d so easily evoked in her had consumed her, and she’d give anything to be devoured by it again.
The man was sin itself, the devil waving the apple to Eve, and she was more than ready to burn in the hellfires of hedonism he promised. She was treading a treacherous path but didn’t care as her gaze fastened on his neck and the vein pulsing beneath his skin.
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Orin stiffenedwhen red flashed through Sahira’s eyes. Her fangs had lengthened to the point where their outline was visible against her compressed lips.
