said, his eyes wild with concern and I couldn't help but smile at my poor, sweet choir boy.
He was so innocent looking with that floppy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I swear he probably thought there was a lot of good in this fucked up world if you knew where to look for it. Probably believed there was some good in me too.
The warm flow of healing magic swept beneath my skin and he made quick, neat work of healing the damage to my flesh as I just lay back and let him do his thing.
I was panting from the adrenaline rush and more than a little dizzy from blood loss, but one psychotic Cyclops wasn't going to rattle me.
I was pretty sure I'd just gotten a clear look at Gustard though, the meticulous psychopath who tortured young girls to death. I'd seen that hunger in his eyes and I knew that he was gaining more pleasure from taunting me with my own worst memories than he was from the wound he'd inflicted. He liked to cut people deep in both ways and watch them bleed. It excited him, got him off. He wanted to put me back into my nightmares and use them as a torture device just as thoroughly as any weapon.
Fuck him.
He wasn't getting out of this prison alive. I didn't give a shit about the evidence he had ready to drown me. It didn't mean fuck all once we were out of here. Gustard would breathe in one, single breath of fresh air outside of this place before I stuck him full of so many holes that he could win a competition for being a Swiss cheese look alike.
Officer Rind dragged the nobody piece of shit away from me with promises of time in the hole and I sighed in relief as Hastings stole the pain from my body with his healing magic.
"Shit, Rosalie," Hastings murmured and I tore my mind away from all the deliciously dark paths it had been heading down and raised my eyes to his. "All that blood...for a moment I was afraid I was too late-"
"Even the devil knows not to mess with me, ragazzo del coro," I purred, reaching up to cup his cheek in my hand. "You don't need to worry about me."
"If I'd lost you, I... " He cut himself off but as his gaze flickered to my mouth, I realised where his mind was going and the faintest twist of guilt tugged at me.
Hastings was sweet and naive in the most weirdly cute kind of way. I even liked the guy, I liked his optimism and his stalwart belief in what was right and wrong. I just hoped that wouldn't be shaken too firmly when I broke out of here and he realised I'd been playing him all along.
"Nothing to lose," I assured him, offering up a smile much sweeter than I was and getting to my feet.
"I need to take you to medical," Hastings insisted, but I waved him off.
"I'm fine, honestly," I assured him. "I'm used to Vampire bites, so a little blood loss doesn't worry me."
"Seriously?" he asked with a frown and I realised my mistake.
Damn, maybe I did need a medical. But we had work assignments up next and I couldn't miss out on the hour in the library for the sake of a bout of blood regeneration. Gustard would be there and I needed to make sure he wasn't up to anything else.
"Umm, yeah," I said, chewing on my bottom lip and playing up the innocent thing I did so well. I mean, really, you'd think that him knowing I was in here for a massive heist coupled with a murder charge would be enough to make him see through me, but my little choir boy just wanted to see the positives in people. "Before I came here I had a Vampire boyfriend and he liked to bite me when we were...you know." I blushed. Honest to the stars, I didn’t know where I found the blood to make heat rise to my cheeks, but with more than a few filthy thoughts about the things Sin had done to me down by the Belorian's cage, I managed it.
"Oh," Hastings breathed, blinking a few too many times as he took a step back. "I...didn't mean to pry. I didn't know you had a boyfriend."
"I don't," I said all coy and charming as fuck. Honestly, I would have been falling for me if