His Sin

mo

e and firm. Each day I waited until all the staff signed out and left the facility before I snuck down to his cell, wanting to hear him speak agai

rom the others. The hallway is drenched in its usual amount of cold as I approach the end. I keep my footsteps light this time, not wanting to alert him right away that I’m approaching. I want him to wonder whether I’m coming...I want him to anticipate it. Looking into his cell, I startle at the sight of h

getting his attentio

him reading, opting for his usual impassive expression, but I know he didn’t intend for me to

murmur playfully. He doesn’t respond, watching me carefully, shadows

acting with the book, which is personally amusing to witness. I had brought it on a whim, having thought about giv

light smile that dances on my lips. After a long moment,

ice from a faraway land glide over my skin, making me shiver. Part of me wants to rejoice that after all of this

ep my voice steady, not wanting to scare him into not spea

and over my body before falli

up with me because he’s sick of me coming down here everyday to pester to him. He’

slightest hint of a smile on his lips as he looks d

ying to keep the conversations going. He shakes his head. I wonder how much a Sin

mmaculately perfect it’s unnerving. You look at him and know it’s not normal, but I find him beautiful. His deep golden roots that glitter under the dull light at this end, smoothing out to black ends. Hi

ftly. Cian is quiet for a moment, leaving me to wonder wheth

here, Amol

ere just because he doesn’t want to speak to me anymore. I would rather he just tell me to my

ions that I can’t get past my lips. How can he get me money when he is locked up in here and has been for years?

t? W

dy change positions, his knees drawing up slightly. I narrow my eyes upon him, not liking the way he speaks to me as if I’m inca

ou underes

ooks at me, the way he draws me in without an issue. I have to remember that he’s a Sin, and it’s his job to trick and ma

in deeply, turning away to stare blankly at the wall again. My fingers curl up into

t again. Who is

All of a sudden this is a more pressing issue than it was before. "Quit. No one like you s

that supposed t

ike them," he tells me. I’m unsure if he realises what he is saying is off

I need this job," I tell him firmly, refusing to back down, to let hi

ng down the hallway makes us both freeze. Quickly I stand, moving away fro

s in her voice unmistakable. I’m not sure what she is do

notice from higher up," she explains, handing me a f

g the day I do all the work I am meant to and finish what I’m told to do. None of the patients dislike me, and I get along with mos

the boss who owns the entire building, which means the message I’

ious, and knows I’m not going to be working here for much longer. I like Renna, and I hope that even if I los

ow, first thing in the morning. I’m

e you,” Renna shivers.