Sinners Consumed (Sinners Anonymous, #3)

by Somme Sketcher

Numbness claws at my bare thighs, and a tremor ripples down my spine. Suddenly, my focus on the black abyss softens. That tremor…it didn’t come from inside me. “Oh, no, no, no,” I whisper. But before I can retreat, the night’s sky lights up purple, a white flash of lightning streaking through the middle of it. The only thing worse than a thunderstorm is being trapped on a boat in the middle of a thunderstorm. My heart stumbles with every beat, and a clammy sweat clings to my skin. Fumbling with the lock on the door, I press my back against it and squeeze my eyes shut. Luck has all but left you, I try to reassure myself. You haven’t been lucky in weeks. But the next zap of lightning floods the room, bringing all my demons to light. You know how lucky you are, kid? You’re one in a million. One in a million. The thunder rumbles under the carpet as I bolt out of the library. It follows me through the study, into a living room. When I crash out into the corridor, I stop short. At the end of it, Rafe’s large silhouette consumes the shadows, his door clicking shut behind him. His gaze finds mine, something too soft to crack my heart dancing in the middle of it. Somehow, it does anyway. He steps into the path of light streaming through a porthole, and I realize he’s naked. He holds something between his thumb and forefinger. A single die. “Choose a number.” A strangled noise escapes me. He takes another step forward, voice firmer now. “A number, Queenie.” “Five,” I blurt out. H...