You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 97

I took a shower and emerged feeling like a new skin had been poured over me. I must've lingered there for almost an hour, chasing peace in droplets.

Dressed in a lavender lounge set—soft shorts and an oversized shirt—I stood in front of the mirror, brushing through the stubborn tangles in my hair. That's when the closet door opened.

My heart shot straight out of my chest, I was surprised I didn't leap out of my skin to follow it.

I had no idea he was back. He must've driven in while I was mid-shower.

I turned to look at him. There he was in his signature armor—latex pants, black shirt, puffer jacket, gloves. All black.

I didn't like seeing him in this. It was his 'Torturer' costume, and every time, it made my bones remember fear.

Seeing him in it always made one question pop into my head—who did he kill this time?

It was the constant reminder of the dangerous man I was trapped with.

But when he spoke, my heart twisted in a way that my heartbeat felt rewired.

It reminded me of the fact that yes, he wasn't safe, but for some miraculous reason, I'd made it onto his 'Do Not Murder' list, despite poking every one of his nerves like it was my hobby.

"Hey." He stripped off his gloves, keeping a steady gaze on me. "Just got back?"

"Yeah."

My heart picked up a race. I had to remind myself he didn't know anything about what happened with Grayson. And if I acted just right, there wouldn't be anything to get suspicious about.

I turned back to the mirror and resumed with my hair. My fingers gripped the brush tighter when I noticed him coming toward me.

I kept my gaze glued to the mirror even as his cologne dragged my heart into chaos. Then, my hand stilled when his arms circled around me from behind.

Shit.

I felt warmth in an instant. Not the kind of warmth that melted you, the kind that froze you in place.

For the first time since I made it to the house, I felt really safe. And that was stupid.

I shouldn't feel this way with him. Void had done much worse than what Grayson attempted. So, why the hell did I feel more protected with him?

'Maybe it has to do with the fact that he didn't betray you,' my subconscious whispered. 'You trusted Grayson. You didn't see it coming. But with Void, you always knew.'

I shivered when he dipped his nose into the hollow of my neck, inhaling deeply. A sound rumbled from him, low and content. Like I was his favourite smell.

My eyes slid shut as Katya's words slipped through:

“You'd rather go for a saint, huh? A 'saint.' until you discover there was only ever one difference—they sin differently.”

“You've got a man who's opened every door in his closet to you. A man who's introduced every skeleton in his cupboard. But you'd pick someone else who probably has more secrets than a diary."

The harsh reality hit me. As crazy as it sounded, I could never be surprised by anything done by Void. He was a monster who took delight in letting people know how dangerous he was. He didn't try to fake charms to impress. He came to me, wearing a dark robe of sin and letting me in on every dark corner of his heart.

That was the difference between him and Grayson.

This was why I felt safer with him.

"I got you something."

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until it left me in a quiet gust. He pulled back from where he'd been standing too close, then turned to the cabinet beside me. A long red box appeared in his hand.

I knew it was jewelry. However, I didn't expect it to be something 'that' stunning when he opened the box.

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