Page 124 of Heartless Sinner

Enzo sighed before handing me the knife. Agitated murmurs rippled through the tiered balconies. I ignored them all.

Daphne accepted, her grip unsteady.

I opened my palm for her, but she only stared at it.

“Do it.” I pushed my hand closer.

She wrapped her fingers around my wrist.

A sharp sting sliced across my palm. I didn’t flinch or look down.

I watched her.

Her concentration. The slight pinch between her brows. The way her lips parted when the blade cut deeper.

Pain burned through my hand, and I savored it. She was marking me. I loved it. When blood spilled into my palm, I smiled. That smile turned into a full-ass grin when she pressed harder.

There’s my girl.

Enzo reached for the knife, but I caught Daphne first and pressed our bleeding palms together. Warm blood slicked between us as I threaded my fingers through hers.

“All right, man,” Enzo warned under his controlled breath.

I held on for one more second before forcing myself to let go.

After taking the knife from Daphne, I passed it to Enzo. I cupped her jaw with my bloody palm, dragging a red streak across her cheek.

My blood. Our blood.

We were bonded by blood.

By words.

And by her fucking heart line.

“She is Chosen,” Enzo declared. “She is sworn. The Fawn is claimed.”

Thirty

Daphne

Iopened my eyes in the Fawn Quarters and hated everything around me.

Everything was white.

White walls. White sheets. White furniture.

Like whoever had been in charge of decor’s favorite color was cocaine.

Thank God Blair and my mom had also warned me about this place. Otherwise, waking up here after last night would’ve sent me straight into another spiral.

I shifted my arm and winced when the IV tugged at my skin.

Blair had warned me about the post-Initiation fluids.

I stared suspiciously at the clear bag hanging beside my bed.

Electrolytes, according to Blair.