Page 80 of Sins and Virtue

To what?

Conquer her.

Absolutely not. This wasn’t the plan. The plan was focused on us living and regaining the life we had. Not take more than we can have.

Why not? We can give her a life full of diamonds, gold, and luxury. What would she be missing out on?

But Blair isn’t that type of woman. If she came to a convent and gave everything up in exchange, including the finer things in life, what makes you think money can buy her? Plus, I can’t just take her away.

Blair might not have said it with her words, but the silent guilt in her distant gaze consumed her. There was a reason— a profound one— for why she came. So I wouldn’t just come into her life and rip away everything she worked so hard for.

Even if I wanted to.

Even if I were a selfless bastard, she would only hate me for it.

And I’d rather she never love me than infinitely hate me for the rest of her life.

We could technically make her fall in love until she couldn’t live without us.

No.

But we could kidnap her—

Dya, no. If, and a big “if,” she has to choose to come. She would have to choose us.

Ugh, you’re no fun. Too emotional. Too compromising.

Enough! Go back to your den.

Fuck you, Konstantin! The next time you try to contain me, I’ll unravel.

I rolled my eyes, leaving my alter with his threats.

Refocusing my attention back on Blair, her focus was unbroken as the intensity of her concentration made a line furrow between her brows and bit her lower, lush pink lip.

My hand itched; the need to run my thumb across her lip increased tenfold. To feel the flushed heat of her skin.

I also wanted to bite that lip.

She was a distraction, unwarranted, yet so pleasant.

Damn, if only she could get as lost in me as I was in her. To become the object of her focus, forever and always.

And if I could naturally be, then I would steal whatever time I had left with her. Glancing over the bags of rice, an idea conjured in my mind as I bent down, unsealed a bag, and grabbed a handful of grains. Standing back on my feet, I gathered a few strands, using my precise aim, and threw them at her.

The first time, she didn’t even blink.

The second she felt something as she looked at her shirt, creasing her brow before shaking it off after a second.

The third time, she definitely felt a touch as she whipped her head back and forth and then back at the crowd for the culprit.

It was the fourth time when she whispered, “What the hell?” as I softly whistled trying to clue her in. The melody fit in nearly seamlessly with the music of the choir, butmy kotyonokwas smarter than that and could sense a distraction.

It took a moment before she lifted her gaze and met mine. Her eyes widened as she tried to assimilate my existence outside that confinement room.

“Meet me outside.” I mouthed.

The existential need to be near her or at least in her vicinity ran deep within my pulsating veins.