Page 3 of Heartless Sinner

I nodded again, pretending to agree.

Our situations weren’t the same.

I still loved my father.

I hated what he’d done. Hated what he’d dragged me into. But I couldn’t make myself hate him.

Blair’s father, on the other hand, had been a cult-leading lunatic. A dead one now, thanks to Enzo.

Good fucking riddance on that.

The door Brooks had come through opened again—the one leading to the tunnels us non-Sons were forbidden from entering.

Enzo walked in with Cedric behind him.

Cedric never looked up once from his phone as he veered toward the guys.

Enzo beelined for us.

Very few people knew the Night Sons existed, but everyone on campus knew enough to fear them.

Brooks was dangerous because of who his father was. Enzo and the others were a different breed of lethal. Violence was stitched into their DNA.

We locked our skeletons in our closets. They used a shovel for theirs.

Enzo stopped in front of Blair, caught the end of her braid, and used it to tilt her face up before kissing her.

I rolled my eyes.

My poor friend had fallen in love with a psychopath.

On the bright side, he was a hot one.

All the Night Sons were unfairly attractive. It seemed being hot was a prerequisite, right alongside must be willing to murder.

Enzo wasn’t my type, though.

I preferred men who hid their crazy behind political suits, polished smiles, and rehearsed answers. The ones who could convince the entire world they were perfectly sane while I knew better.

AKA: Brooks Byron.

I looked back at Brooks to find him staring at me. I raised my brows, as if to say What?

He lifted the glass to his mouth and took a slow drink before looking away.

For once, I wasn’t in the mood to fight with Brooks. Not because I felt sorry for him or his father’s tanking ratings.

Screw those ratings.

I just wanted one peaceful Friday night where I didn’t contemplate homicide every five minutes.

“I’m heading back to the dorms,” I told Blair when Enzo sat down beside her and draped his arm over her shoulders.

Blair pouted. “You haven’t even had your last drink yet.”

“You and I both know I have a mini-bar stashed in our room.”

“Want me to walk back with you?”