Beautiful Chaos: A dark why choose romance (Beautiful Sin Series Book 3) by Jennilynn Wyer

Author:Jennilynn Wyer [Wyer, Jennilynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-23T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

Screams fill my ears, and I smile as I look at the dead bodies lying at my feet. Blood drips from my fingers, and I use it to paint lines across my face. A warrior’s mark.

“Syn, this isn’t you! Wake up!” the blonde-haired girl with cornflower-blue eyes cries.

A dagger forms in my hand, and I use it to cut her throat.

In order for Syn to live, Aoife must die.

“No!” With a gasp, I come awake and fight the arms holding me.

“Shit, Aoife. What—”

I leap out of bed and barely make it to the bathroom before my stomach unloads its contents.

“Jesus, baby,” Tristan says, gathering my hair in one hand while rubbing circles on my back as I heave into the toilet until there’s nothing left to come up.

The sink turns on, and Constantine places a wet washcloth on my forehead when I collapse back on my butt.

Three worried faces look down at me.

“I’m okay. Bad dream.” I frown when I feel cold tile on my bare ass. I’m naked on the bathroom floor. Awesome. “Help me up?”

Constantine lifts me under the arms and sets me on my feet, and I have an unfortunate first look at myself in the mirror. Dear god. I touch the deep purple finger bruises that circle my neck. Strategically applied makeup should be able to hide them, but I’ll wear one of the guys’ dry-fit running tops with the collar to make sure.

I catch Hendrix’s horrified expression in the reflection.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he says before backing out of the bathroom.

“Hendrix.”

Tristan turns me to the side before I can go after him. “Let him go,” he says, removing the gauze and medical tape on my shoulder. He probes the area with a delicate finger. “He can’t keep marking you like this.”

“I think that’s up to me to decide,” I reply.

“And I think you’d let him do whatever the fuck he wants just to make him happy. There have to be boundaries set that he cannot cross, Red. Trust me.”

I don’t need the reminder of all the women they fucked together.

“And you need to trust me.”

Tristan and I share a lengthy stare. I won’t budge on this. What I do with my body or let someone else do to me is no one’s business. Not even his. Hendrix needs different things when it comes to sex. Things I’m completely into and want as well. Yes, last night was different because he lost control. He was in pain and needed me. I could’ve stopped him at any time, but I didn’t because I know to the depths of my soul that I’m safe with him. I trust him implicitly. He just needs to learn to trust himself.

Constantine props a hip to the counter and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m on T’s side about this.”

I groan out a frustrated sigh because I don’t want to argue about this. And that’s when it hits me. Not the putrid stench of vomit, but the sour smell of old blood.

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