Enchanted by Sins

Chapter 7

KADEN

I feel as if I just skimmed death. Holy, freaking, shit. The way Sierra flicked the thought with a wave of her wrist; it sends chills down my spinal cord. I grab hold of her arm as she tries to pull us towards the dorms. Her body collides with mine, her eyes wide, wondering what I am doing.

"Kay," she whispers. "What is it?"

"What did you do to Corinth?" My grip is hard and a quiet yelp escapes her mouth.

She rubs at her arm where I am holding her down. "You're hurting me, Kaden. Let go."

For a minute when I'm only thinking about how everything that I managed to bury beneath me to get on with my life, about my troubled past, it brings red-hot fury out of me and I cannot see Sierra's angelic face and her pleading round eyes.

Finally, reality slaps across my face, hard. "I'm sorry." I blink. "I don't know what came over me."

She breaks into a smirk. "You're tired. And high from all the smoke – you need to sleep it off."

"Yeah," I reply. "That's it."

When we reach her dorms, I cower over her for a long, painful minute, before she breaks the silence. Her hands are touching me, my arms, my chest, my shoulders, and then reaching the sides of my face. "Is it just me or has this attraction just suddenly hit you? Madly?"

I want to tell her, no, that I've been attracted to her ever since I laid my eyes on her. But then, I don't want her to recall the loser of a guy she'd thought I'd been back then.

"Yes." I lean it ever-so slightly to see whether she moves in nearer me. She does.

"Come in," she whispers.

I notice the beg glimmering in those big, brown eyes. The pull of a silver thread, which has coiled itself around my neck, is hard to ignore. Shaking my head, I say, "I shouldn't."

"Why not?"

I can't tell her how much I do want to stay with her. To let her sleep in my arms, her warm breath tickling my skin intrigues me even if I am just daydreaming about it.

I grin. "As much as I want to, I can't. I'll get into some deep trouble and probably the girls' dorm maids will scream, seeing a vampire boy with lipstick stains all over his face."

She laughs hard and loud. "Probably, yes," and then she pulls a handful of my shirt in her fist so my chest crashes into her body. "But isn't it worth it? You need to show me your bad streak."

"You want to see bad boy me? I really don't think you do, because I have quite the reputation," I wink as she blushes.

"As so I've heard."

"Really," I coolly reply, crossing my arms over each other.

"Yes," she chides. "Anyway, somehow I have this feeling that you're not going to use this reputation of yours on me." She raises her eyebrows. "Are you?"

She's completely possessed me, I know. But I can't help it but fall for her. Those gorgeous, big eyes; her cascades of crimson curls; that lovely laugh; her unique bad, little streak; and that angelic charisma of hers.

I shake my head. "No way," I say to her. It's the blind truth; at least I hope it is. Thing is, I'm never good at the promising shit. I don't think I've kept a promise and made that person happy. It's always ended badly for both me and the other person. I've gotten promised to, and then my trust with them has been broken. So I've started to do it myself. Unintentionally, of course – well, half the time anyway.

My brother was one of my victims. I was one of his.

She narrows her eyes, suspecting me for something – I don't know. "No way for what?"

I shrug. "I don't know yet."

She grins. "Yet," she repeats in a deep voice.

The Augurium Dance is coming closer slowly. It's pretty obvious that Christian will ask Val, but I'm not sure about myself. I mean, I'd love to go with Sierra. It's just the fact that I'm not sure she wants to go with me. For her sake, she's probably already got a date. Mason Ashford perhaps – God, I hate him.

I need to be at the dance. This is my chance to prove to myself – and Sierra – that I am the guy she wants me to be and I want to be. That I have got that badass streak in me. I just didn't think this would be the only way I could show it. Shit.