I stood, not giving a shit if she saw my jeans. I went to her, and my hand went out to touch the tattoo. It was then that I realized it was covering a gnarly scar. A thick, jagged line going straight down her chest.
Almost as if someone had taken her heart.
Scout was frozen to the spot, not moving, not breathing, as my fingers trailed down it. Hesitantly I pulled my hand away and motioned for her to put her shirt back on. She did swiftly. “Happy?”
“How did that happen?”
“You’re not the only one with a curse,” she muttered.
“Is that why you killed the vampire?”
She pushed me back with a hand and slid off my desk. “This isn’t fun anymore.”
“What? You can demand I tell you things that could get us both off’d, but I can’t ask you questions?” I scoffed.
“I’ve never even told Arsenio.”
“What? That you’re cursed?”
I saw her mood shift right before my eyes. She was growing irritated, and I was rather enjoying poking the bear.
“Yes.”
Guilt swam around my gut and brain again. I hated how much I responded to her. I didn’t care about anyone.Ever. I sighed, plopped back in my chair, and brushed my hair back away from my face. What was I doing? This was dangerous. This was trouble. But I wanted it. I didn’t want her to leave.
“I’m not Sloth,” I revealed. I bit down on my lip, my fangs digging into the thin skin as I clamped my eyes shut. It was almost as if I expected Corrine to appear out of nowhere and beat the shit out of me.
I peeked an eye open and saw Scout watching me intently. Her sadness was replaced with interest.
“Which one are you then?”
I shook my head. That’s all I was giving her. I stood. Sitting suddenly made me feel vulnerable.
I stepped up to her. “Take a guess,” I said. Courage swelled in my chest. I grinned, and as I stepped up to her, she took a step back. Her ass hit the edge of my desk, and her hands caught herself.
My hands went out and held hers to the flat surface. I pressed myself against her, and when she brought her eyes up to mine, my cock throbbed painfully, begging me to unzip my jeans.
Her big cherry-red eyes went large as I watched her swallow. “Well, you like candy. So maybe you’re Gluttony.”
“That seems rather on the nose,” I smirked.
“You could be Pride. You could be a peacock.”
“Oh, we’re comparing ourselves to the animals now? How original.” I moved my hand from hers to shift her hair off her neck.She was so soft.
“I think you’ve disregarded the most obvious one.”
“Which one’s that?” Her voice came out so softly I barely heard it, despite being only inches from her lips. I brought my mouth to her neck and carefully scraped my fangs against the skin.
“Lust.”
10
“Pack a bag. I’ve got a lead on Ludovica.” Arsenio motioned to his own suitcase, into which he was putting an expensive pair of shoes.
“Really? How?” I asked. He glanced up and smirked.
“The fights. I invited some people who know her. They aren’t just for entertainment. I do quite a bit of networking.”
