As he swung his leg over the sill and started climbing down the ladder, I found my feet tracking back towards the bedroom where Sin had murdered Warden Pike. I glimpsed in at the carnage, her body torn to pieces and her head sitting snuggly in a plant pot, the fern dug out to make room for it. He had done this in less than a minute, and the thought made adrenaline puncture my veins. But as I stared at the horrified look in Pike’s lifeless eyes, I felt something toward the rogue Incubus that I never thought I’d feel. Gratitude.
Ooooooo
