Page 39 of Sinless Demons

My lips are parted as I look from one man to the next and still have no words to solve their petty argument.

“Anyway,” I say instead. “I know what Isabella was trying to tell me.”

“Thank fuck,” Zaviar growls, his eyes closing tightly as he steels his jaw against what seems to be a migraine. His hand shoves over his left pectoral muscle, though.

Krave, Damien, and Ryke stand at once. When Zaviar stands, his knees give out. He lands on all fours with a shaking groan.

I’m in front of him in seconds. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he says on a harsh breath.

“Zaviar!” My hands push over his smooth shoulders, but his head hangs low as his pink wings shake from how hard he’s breathing.

“I’m fine,” he repeats, his tone still screaming the opposite.

His arms give out, and he lowers himself down on his knees and forearms, breathing through whatever pain he won’t admit to.

“He shouldn’t be here,” Damien whispers.

“Shut the fuck up,” Zaviar snaps.

My own breath cuts out as I blink down at the beautiful angel who’s sitting in a worshiping position.

He doesn’t belong here.

He certainly doesn’t belong bound to me.

And yet, he refuses to leave.

“Come on. I’m getting you help,” I say, hauling him to his feet. He stumbles, and Damien ends up slipping an arm around him to keep him upright.

But he does come.

Because he needs help.Now.

Even if we both know it’ll come at a price.

13

A Vow

Zaviar

Iwas starting to think the castle was worse than the treehouse with Corva looming over us.

Gods, was I fuckin’ wrong.

Corva is so much worse than the assholes prancing around the castle pretending they’re better than everyone else because they’re sinless.

Corva though, she’s not petty.

She’s deadly.

Her smoky black hair wafts around her pale face as she tilts her head this way and that from above me. I lie flat on the wooden couch and hold back every searing sting of pain that stabs through my heart. It feels like my heart is splitting. Like—like it wants to tear in half and just end my agony right here, right now.

“He needs to go back to the gods,” Corva says to her sister, who stands only inches away from me.

Aries hasn’t left my side all night. Her pretty face is pinched in a look of concern that I’ve never seen her have for me.