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I exhaled with one question. “Who are you?”
No answer. Not even a peep. Did this guy even breathe?
My instincts kicked in, and my gut reaction moved me forward a few steps. Which made him step into the light more and expose half of his body. An extremely large, intimidating form, and I swallowed all my courage.Hard.
A blue eye blazed at me with such an intense heat I thought I’d catch on fire and sizzle beneath his cobalt gaze that was sure to burn and ignite me into the inferno right along with him. Until we both burned out and turned to ash.
But I recognized this blue-eyed beast.
I gulped. “Are you Saint? Saint Sullivan?”
He granted me a single nod. No words. Not one introduction, unlike his best friend. But I was sure Sin wasn’t far away.
Twelve
Her Phantom
Saint
She was fucking perfection. Everything Sin had described. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
“She’s our fulfillment. The answer to every single one of our prayers,” Sin whispered in my ear.
But God didn’t speak here.
I only did the devil’s work. And I’d enjoy every single second of it.
Thirteen
Their Obsession
Liv
Saint moved further out into the light until his entire massive figure was present for me to feast my eyes on. His picture didn’t do him justice. They should list his height because he was huge. I was sure he was taller than Sin, and I thoughthisstature was domineering.
Mr. Sullivan wore a black suit with a dark button-up shirt underneath. He loosened a black tie and took it off while he studied at me. As he undid the top buttons of his shirt, a pendant glistened in the light, making the moment intense. The exact one Sin wore. The assholes not only loved to prey on me, but they had matching necklaces, too.
How cute?
He remained quiet, concealing his voice from me as he ambled forward, and I took a few more stepsback. His face featured a bone structure made for a cover model, with that perfectly chiseled bad boy next door expression. Unlike Sin, whose face bore a scar carved into his skin and who glared at everything like he’d burn the world down. But Saint’s stare made me quake with a volcanic heat that was ready to explode.
“So, no formal introduction from your best buddy?” I asked to break the tension.
But only a low rumble rolled through the air.
The sound could have been the air conditioner, a furnace, or even a noise from the music—anything other than what I knew I had heard. The hairs on my arms stood up with caution, my ears perked and my back hit the door.
A tiny gasp fell from me, and I swear Saint snickered. A cruel sound as evil as Sin’s. Me being shaken up got his jollies off, too.
Lucky me.
“So what’s your deal?” I asked as he took off his formal jacket and tie and draped them over the back of the chair.
Saint glanced at his arms and pushed up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing many tattoos covering them. The ink slid underneath his rolled-up sleeves, down his forearms, and stopped at his wrists. The tangles of veins popped out from his extremely muscular forearms and down onto his hands. They were masculinehands, forming into fists and unclenching as his blue-eyed blaze met mine again.
Jesus.Saint’s one hand alone could wrap around my neck. Impressive.
“Hey, dickhead?”
