Page 66 of My Forever Sin

And I hate it.

You still care.

I don’t realise my breaths have sped up until a second pair of footsteps stop outside the door.

“You’ll regret ever being born, boy.”

“Like I ever had a choice,” Kain replies, his tone shifting to a quiet murmur, and it hits me like a punch to the gut.

“I should put you on your knees in front of the clergy and let them have their way with you. Kill you in front of the whole town.”

I swallow, wanting to unglue myself from this door, to stop listening to words that hurt to hear, even when Kain is someone I want to destroy.

But he’s not really going to hit him, is he?

Is he?

A muffled smack bounces through the door, and I press my hand to my mouth, stifling my gasp.

A low, Kain-sounding chuckle fades in, followed by sharp breathing.

“Your time will come,” Heath says, then his footsteps begin fading out.

But I’m not in the clear yet. Kain’s feet still shadow my own, but it doesn’t take him long to retreat after his father.

Waiting a few seconds, I blow out a breath when I’m sure they’re gone.

I’m about to push off the door when a warm presence behind me pushes me back into it.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing in here? Spying on all my family's secrets?” Kain’s low murmur greets my ear.

I twirl around. His smug face is already inches away from mine, my back is pressed to the door and the traitorous muscle in my chest is beating at two hundred miles an hour in a mix of hate and something else I don’t care to acknowledge.

“I will take you all down once this town learns who you really are. You’re hiding behind the church and feeding them lies,” I spit, inching my face closer to his.

The corner of his mouth jumps up a tick as his eyes roam over my face and then his knuckles graze my cheek. “I’d love to see that happen, little devil.”

“I don’t make empty threats, viper. Be careful what you wish for.”

He shrugs like I haven’t just threatened his entire family. “Do it.”

These people really think I’m an idiot.

I glance over to the bed where I dropped the book.

Shit.

How the fuck do I get that now?

Kain turns his head, following my line of sight, but swiftly turns back around. There’s a spark of something in his eyes I can’t place, and I silently beg he didn’t see the book there.

“I don’t think I can trust you here anymore, let’s go.” He pushes away then expectantly waits at a door I didn’t notice before.

Two doors. Right.

I obediently follow him because I can’t risk him knowing the book is here, if I refuse, he might think I’m hiding something.

And I’m so tired. So, so tired. I don’t think my body can handle much more today.