Page 111 of My Forever Sin

“What the fuck happened to you?”

“Sending a warning to Jordan’s fiancé,” I reply blankly, nails picking at the dried scabs on my knuckles. That’s not the only person who was on the receiving end of my wrath.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Asher sounds completely dumbfounded at my statement. “What fiancé?”

I point to the crowd below, the one person that sticks out like an anomaly in a snow-white suit. My target for the night, mingling with Vivian and Heath.

They’re all wearing smiles, completely satisfied with how they poisoned this town with their lies and calamities, while the people around them are none the wiser.

So, I tell Asher and Blake everything with a monotonous pitch—like this is all fucking normal—well, to our family, maybe it is. They listen—Asher’s jaw almost touching the ground, and Blake looking like he’s ready to go to war.

“I think…” I clench my jaw, not wanting to speak the words that have been taking up space in my head for a long time. Saying them out loud this time round would be different. “I think this is a cult.”

Asher snorts, but Blake narrows his eyebrows.

Asher’s dimples drop from his face when he realises neither of us are laughing along with him. “Like a… like a sacrificial one?”

I shake my head. “No.” But… “Well… I don’t know.” Then I look at Blake, whose face has remained neutral. “Why do you not look shocked?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I had a feeling?”

Asher looks completely bewildered at our conversation. “You can’t mean like cult cult. Like dancing around trees in the middle of the forest?”

Blake rubs his forehead with a sigh as I shush Asher, looking around to see if anyone can hear our conversation.

Asher clears his throat, face pulled into confusion as he processes my words. “So… what do you need us to do?”

“No,” I say quietly. “This is too dangerous. This needs to be kept between us. Do you understand?”

Blake glances at people walking past us before leaning forward in his seat. “Kain, he asked what you need us to do, not what the risk is.”

I sigh, jaw ticking. They won’t let me do this by myself, no matter how much I protest. Maybe I know what it was like for Jordie now. “I don’t know yet. Jordie is planning something, but I don’t know what. I need to find out what she’s up to first.” I stalk to the bannister overlooking the party again, searching for her. She won’t be hard to miss. Not with that white fucking gown.

Asher picks up a wine glass from a platter carried by a waitress as she passes us and swirls the wine. He’s about to bring it to his lips but I halt him with a hand on his forearm.

“What?”

“Don’t drink that,” I rush out, low enough so only he can hear me.

“Why? You banning me from drinking alcohol, Dad? Last time I checked, you’re still smoking grass—”

“Look…” I point to the deep red clump floating around in his glass. Bringing my nose down to it, I recoil when I smell metal. The same smell when Lacey poured that liquid over me, when Jordie came back soaked, the same smell when I put a bullet through—

“Did you listen to a word he said?” Blake deadpans.

He grimaces, bringing it level with his eyes and examining it. “What the fuck is that?”

A knot tightens in my stomach at the possibility of what it looks and smells like but not quite wanting to believe it.

“That’s not…” Blake starts but he’s unable to finish his sentence.

“I don’t know,” I murmur.

“There’s no way.” Asher turns, placing the glass on an empty poseur table.

A nervous waiter swiftly swipes it up, placing it on a silver tray of empty glasses, all marked with the same red residue.

This just pushed me more to thinking my plan of taking Jordie and getting the fuck out of this town is the right thing to do. Nothing has been sitting right since she was sent away.