Page 63 of Scarred Sins

I turn to look at her with a chuckle. “That’s Cove on his good behavior.’’

“I don’t want to see him on his worst, then.’’

My shoulders tremble with silent laughter, and I motion with my head toward the stairs. Silently, Blair steps next to me, eyes scanning the area. The wall on the right is filled with childhood pictures of my sister and me. From our baby pictures to the most recent ones.

“This is your room.’’ I push the door open and step aside.

Blair immediately grins widely when she spots Arson. The cat jumps off the bed and darts toward Blair, and my butterfly hugs it tightly, kissing the top of her head. A small smile tugs on the corner of my lips at the sight.

Arson snuggles into Blair’s chest.

That should’ve been me. Why the fuck is she not snuggling me?

The damned cat looks at me, and I can swear it hisses.

Blair walks over to the bed, sitting down with the cat on her lap. She looks at me, and I can tell that some of the tension she’s been feeling has been lifted, and I’m relieved.

“Cove seems… fun.’’

“Not the term I’d use, but sure,’’ I chuckle. “He’ll stay for dinner. Afterward, he has a match. Would you like to come with me to watch him?”

“A match?”

“Underground fighting. Cove’s something like a legend over there.’’

“Let me guess,’’ she draws out. “It’s illegal.’’

“Yes.’’

“Are matches deadly?”

“They could be. It’s not often that someone is fighting a death match, but it does happen.’’

Blair nods. “Do you fight?”

“Not anymore, no.’’

“Good,’’ she breathes out. “I don’t want to see you hurt. Especially now with the stitches.’’

“Stitches or no stitches, I could easily take down everyone there.’’

She raises an amused brow, petting Arson’s stomach. “Even Cove?”

“If he pissed me off enough, sure.’’

“Sure, I’ll go with you,’’ she agrees, and something flips in my stomach. “After all, you said we’d start training soon. I want to have some fun before it begins.’’

EIGHTEEN

The room is pretty, and although it’s almost too pink, I love it.

I assumed it was Arlo who decorated it. The idiot was stalking me for years, so he knew my preferences and made the room exactly how I would love it. The soft cushions scattered on the big bed, the small decorations on the dressers, and even the lamps on the bedside tables— everything is in different shades of pink, gray, and lilac.

The sheet and pillowcases have small butterflies on them in the most gentle, eye-soothing baby pink I’ve ever seen. It’s the cutest set I’ve ever had, and I’m almost ready to jump straight into bed and fall asleep then and there.

He even had a picture of Arson framed on the wall. He definitely planned this a lot in advance.

The wardrobe is packed with clothes my size. From gym wear and comfortable clothes to cute outfits in my favorite colors and elegant dresses that I’m not sure I’ll ever have an event to wear to.