Sinners & Saints by Sky Lana

Author:Sky, Lana [Sky, Lana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Suspense, Adult
Amazon: B0B67VZT1C
Goodreads: 61424372
Publisher: Lana Sky
Published: 2022-08-13T07:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

“Ow! Are you trying to take my goddamn ear off?” Daze jerks out of my reach, scowling at the scissors in my hand. “Go easy on me, baby. I’m already injured. Easy.”

“You could always do this yourself,” I croak. “I didn’t ask for this.”

My horror isn’t faked. There’s blood everywhere. On the floor. On my hands. His shirt is nearly scarlet, and the wadded-up washcloth he has pressed to the wound is already damp.

“You should really get stitches before I cut anymore,” I suggest, starting to withdraw.

“No.” Shaking his head, he inches back within my reach. “Keep going. I’ll live. Don’t tell me you’re squeamish around blood.”

I should tell him exactly that. Still, a rebellious part of me reacts to his tone. “No,” I lie.

Warily, I finger a blood-soaked lock of sandy-blond hair before centering it between the scissors’ blades and cutting. Snip. They join the growing pile of shorn blond locks scattered on the floor.

We’re in his tiny bathroom—and I’m baffled as to how the both of us fit in here at the same time. Seated on a rickety plastic chair, Daze faces forward while I trim another piece of his hair.

Nostalgia should be the last thing I feel in this moment. It finds me anyway, and a memory unfurls, one I’d nearly forgotten. I cut Hale’s hair once.

We were in his bathroom the night before his acceptance ceremony. He was maybe fifteen… Sixteen. I was twelve or thirteen.

He was so excited to make a good impression and spent hours ironing his clothing and inspecting his appearance.

“Just cut a little at the back,” he instructed me, his voice stern.

He wanted to look perfect before the congregation. More than anything, he wanted to impress our father.

“Don’t worry about making it too pretty,” Daze says gruffly. “I ain’t planning on entering a beauty contest.”

The memory shatters, and I’m far from the pristine bathroom at Father’s home.

“I doubt you could mess up my swag, even if you tried,” Daze adds. I think he taunts me merely to claim my attention again. When I meet his stare, he grins triumphantly, and my cheeks flame.

“Oh really?” I turn away and obediently snip another section of hair, but it winds up much shorter than the rest. Serves him right.

He doesn’t notice. Instead, he lights up another cigarette and drags on the end like a drowning man gasping for air.

“You done yet?” he finally asks minutes later.

I set aside the scissors and observe him from behind. He’s left with a shaggy lob several inches shorter than it was. Grunting, he rakes his fingers through the remaining mane and shrugs.

“Good enough. Thanks.”

He goes to stand until I push him back down in his chair. “Not yet,” I press, taking his cigarette and putting it out in the grimy sink.

“Dammit, Frey,” he snarls.

“You’re still bleeding.”

“And?”

“And, we need to stop it.” I impatiently sigh, taking control as I search through the flimsy cabinet for something to stop the bleeding. Superglue. That’ll have to do for now.

He turns his head and gazes at the thin tube in my grasp.

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