Silent Sins ✓ ( book 1) Editing in Progress

Chapter 37

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Beads of sweat run down my lips and my muscles stiffen like I'm waiting for him to charge. I don't have the confidence to move. I'm a deer trapped in headlights, facing an inevitable death sentence because no vet will help the wild.

Romero narrows his eyes, turning his dark gaze from the box to me. He wears a calculating stare and the look of disapproval that marks his face has the courtesy to make me feel ashamed.

"What are you doing?"

My attention darts towards the box, and I take a slow, steady breath. I can hardly comprehend my thoughts, never mind explain to him what I'm doing with a box and a blanket with dried blood.

Though it occurs to me. I'm not the one who has to do the explaining. He is the sick man with skeletons in his closet.

"What is that?" I stutter, pointing at the obvious elephant in the room.

Both his eyebrows raise and his lips form a thin line. Beneath my chest, my heart skips a hundred beats as my mind manifests a dozen gory possibilities.

His serenity is nerve-wracking.

"A blanket." He offers bluntly. "What are you doing In here?"

His lack of response leads me to believe in the worst potential scenarios.

That's the infuriating thing about this man. He led me to believe many things by staying quiet or answering questions with brief words in the past. It's a trick I won't fall for this time. I know better.

"Why? Why does it have blood?"

He steps forward, and the light falls behind him, veiling the glow from his eyes. They have irrevocably subdued under dark tales.

The word psychopath pops into my head.

I pull my legs up to my check and grab fistfuls of my dress, rattled by his proximity. My knuckles turn white in protest.

"It's over Romero," I whisper shakily.

This is my final straw. I can't take it anymore. Even he knows this.

"Just tell me."

He thrusts his hands into his pockets, jangling his keys. The sound fills the tense void, but it makes me anxious.

Whilst shaking his head, he sits down, crossed-legged beside me. "Will you calm down?" He sounds annoyed. "I'm not going to kill you."

I release my clenched fists and smooth down my crumpled dress, not daring to look in his direction. I can compose myself on the outside, easy, but on the inside, I'm a wrecking storm.

From the corner of my eye, I see him picking up the sheet that I had thrown, with the words 'Eternity' scrawled on the front. He stares at it for a moment, and with it, something miserable passes over his face. It's gone as quick as it came, but it has left his shoulders hanging."She was my sister."