Free Sin Eaters: Devotion Book One by Kai Leakes Page B

own home and crashed at Kyo’s spot, a nice little message abruptly left on her voice mail beforehand, just to let her know that she would be using her key.
    Something was up with her bestie, and somehow she knew it wasn’t good. She had heard her crying all night until a calmness hit her and kept Kyo from waking her up to ask her what was going on. But she had every intention of finding out why Sanna insisted on coming over and why was she upset, once her body stopped throbbing due to horniness.
    Annoyed Kyo slid out of the bed and stalked to the shower, kicking imaginary items out of the way. Yeah, they both had come hard in her dream together, but she still was frustrated, yet extremely satisfied. Passing by her bathroom mirror as she turned on the shower water, she saw her nails had dirt. She looked at her shagged reflection and frowned. A twig and leaf lay comfortably in her disheveled hair, making her feel as if she was a contented wood nymph. All she could do was slowly raise an eyebrow and stare slack-jawed. How the hell did that get there?

Chapter 5
    The welcoming heat of velvety smooth, sticky and slick wetness flowed on his hands as he studied the quietly smiling lips in front of him. His eyes flashed in the night air, and he coolly looked over the twitching, panicking Stalker as he held his prey calmly against a brick wall. It amazed him how easily they fell to fear when their own deaths, past and now present, flashed in their soulless minds and empty hearts. Their kind lived off terror, yet somehow they always succumbed to begging, pleading, and demanding that he not snap their neck. Unfortunately for the Stalker, right now he wasn’t in a pardoning mood.
    This time, he was enjoying keeping the entity alive. The Stalker’s husk of a beating heart pulsed in his bloodied hands. Jaded, he took the Stalker’s claw and chewed on like it was a toothpick while he watched his prey squirm.
    He was pissed, as usual.
    Sexual frustration was a bitch, and he’d just been slapped multiple times. Add that to the new stress of having a Guide whom he couldn’t figure out why she and her friend were both beacons for the Cursed and its brood. The math was playing out in his head, but it wasn’t adding up. His brief discussion with his mother had him understanding the possibility that the one named Kyo, being a Gargoyle, was also a part of his mission. That frustrated him royally. He was officially feeling as if he was in a constant car accident and wasn’t dying anytime soon.
    He was at his wits’ end. That was all he could say he was feeling about it. Otherwise he would’ve had a massive headache, and he wasn’t about to stress himself like that. He needed to focus and figure this out before the Cursed took another intended for the Light. He squeezed the pulsating decrepit heart as he leaned in and tugged, causing the smirk on the Stalker’s face to disappear.
    The Reaper’s voice dripped like molasses, ready to smoother and seal the very breath from the entity as he probed, “Explain to me, why are you here?”
    The Stalker hissed, his fangs snapping like a dog’s as he squirmed and pushed at the wall, trying his best to get away.
    Amused, the Reaper just calmly held on and watched the pitiful struggle.
    Khamun had found him near his Guide’s home attempting to break the prayer line surrounding the house, but of course, he couldn’t have that, so he snatched the Stalker and pinned it up against a neighbor’s nearby garage wall.
    â€œI can do this all night and day,” he coolly stated. “And we know how your kind doesn’t like the light, so I ask again. Why-are-you-here?” The last sentence was drawled and stressed with a tight squeeze and tug.
    The Stalker tried to swipe at him again. His eyes bulged out with a hiss. Fear swallowing the entity until it finally broke his gurgled silence, “Uggg! You know why,