Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,2

his bed. I don’t want to be just another conquest to him. Even though you could say that I technically am, given that we’ve slept together. I’m not going to be someone he can use until he throws me away, someone he can brag about later.

I know it’s stupid to say that I want to be special to him, but… I want to be someone that he cares about because I’m me, I’m Trinity. Even if that means he only cares about me as a friend. I’m not expecting him to think the moon and sun rise and set because of me or anything ridiculous like that.

A light wind picks up around us, stirring my hair, and I shiver. I can’t tell if it’s just wind, or perhaps something else. Something more sinister.

There could be enemies around any corner. We’re right in the heart of one of the many supernatural neighborhoods that dot New York City—neighborhoods I didn’t even know about until meeting the sins. There’s a lot I didn’t know about the world until I met them.

“I’m just saying,” Nix grumbles. “Sawyer could’ve gone by himself.”

“Given how well that went last time…” Remi murmurs sarcastically, trailing off.

Sawyer turns back to glare at him, and Ford chuckles. Ford is Wrath, so he can feel whenever his brothers—or any people near him, really—are angry.

“You wanna know how I got these scars?” Nix says, quoting The Dark Knight.

I grin into the darkness. Nix seems to be the only one of the sins who shares my love of movies and TV. He’s often the only one who gets my pop culture references, and I think it shocked him the first few times I laughed at his.

But my grin slips from my face as I realize what he just said, and the full implication of his words. I glance from him to Sawyer and back again, then I look at Remi—the peacekeeper of the group, the one who always explains things to me when I get left behind.

“Wait. Does he mean…?”

“Yeah. The scars? Those are courtesy of Valentina.” Remi gives a small sigh, taking my other arm and slowing our steps a little as he speaks in a low voice. “She fell in love with Sawyer. Far from the first time that’s happened with someone, but this time… Well, when he rejected her, told her he doesn’t do the whole ‘love’ thing, she cursed him. All of us sins are pretty powerful. It’s hard for people to hurt us, and even harder for us to be wounded in a way that we can’t heal from. But Valentina’s possibly the most powerful witch out there, and she managed it.”

Ahead of us, Sawyer’s back is ramrod straight, which is unusual. Generally, Lust saunters everywhere, swaggers even, his body language matching the drawl in his voice. Even though Remi kept his voice quiet, I know Sawyer heard us.

“Would it be so bad?” I ask, chewing my bottom lip. “For him to try loving someone?”

Of course, I can’t blame him if he didn’t fall in love with Valentina. You can’t force someone to feel something for another person. If there’s anything the sins have taught me, it’s that love is unpredictable and doesn’t always follow logic.

But surely, in all his centuries of existence, there was at least one person Sawyer considered having a serious relationship with?

Remi and Nix look at each other, and neither of them says anything. Ford snorts, which is his primary method of communication, but when I look over at him and raise my eyebrows to demand an explanation, he just shakes his head curtly.

All right, then. Nobody’s going to tell me anything. Sure.

I guess secret keeping is a two-way street.

“If she’s so angry with Sawyer that she cursed him, then are we sure we should be going to her?” I mutter.

“Now she understands why I was so fucking reluctant,” Ford grumbles. Knight nods empathetically. He’s walking on Ford’s other side, a silent shadow in the dimly lit street.

“Valentina’s not going to want to kill you,” Beckett says from up ahead, and I almost stumble over my own feet in surprise. I didn’t realize he was listening in. “She’s got her own code. Whatever she’s got against Sawyer, she’s not going to take it out on you.”

Next to him, Ryland holds up a hand. We all freeze, Ford and Remi both dropping my arms so they can be ready to fight.

Is there someone nearby? Have we been found?

“She’s here,” he whispers.

We all move forward, creeping