Page 134 of Heartless Sinner

Oh fucking well.

I missed our endless conversations like this.

The ones where we talked about absolutely nothing and never ran out of shit to say.

I peered over my shoulder at Philip to find him hunched over his phone, his finger stabbing at the screen.

If he broke my trust and reported Daphne was on this flight, I’d have him replaced.

“Do you ever talk to your old Fawns?” she asked, her voice quieter now. “They both still attend SVU.”

I rubbed my thumb over my chin. “I see them around sometimes, but we don’t speak.”

“Why not?”

“My need for them is done.”

She winced. I knew exactly where her mind went.

Eventually, my need for her will be done too.

Fawns weren’t always chosen because a Son wanted to fuck them. Sometimes, they were chosen for their last name. Their family. The secrets they knew and the doors they could open.

Veronica had been useful.

So had Mariana.

Pieces on a board. I moved them where I needed them to go, got what I wanted, then moved on.

Simple as fucking that.

Daphne should’ve been the same.

She fucking wasn’t.

The pilot’s voice came over the speaker, telling us to prepare for landing.

“Back in the suitcase,” I told Daphne, nodding toward it. “Time to sneak you into the White House.”

Thirty-Two

Daphne

Brooks unzipped the suitcase, and I rolled out at his feet.

Kneeling beside me, he cut off my zip ties while I mentally planned his murder.

I’d make sure this was the last time he’d stuff me into something against my will. Trunks. Suitcases. Not fucking happening again.

I’d put up a small fight on the flight but eventually accepted that another round inside the suitcase was in my best interest.

Even from inside the luggage, I’d heard the swarm of reporters screaming Brooks’s name when he rolled me down the tarmac.

I could’ve only imagined their reaction if I’d popped out beside him.

Sur-fucking-prise!

I looked up at Brooks and realized he was no longer wearing his Saint Vale uniform.