Page 133 of The Sin Binder's Descent
And I smile then, sharp and quiet.
Because that’s the thing about greed.
Once I start, I never stop.
The crack in her wall is there, faint and fragile, and I can feel her on the other side of it—smirking. Not soft. Not giving. No, she’s pulling the strings like the wicked little thing she is, and when her voice threads through the bond, it hits me low, sweet, and sharp all at once.
You want in, Ambrose?Her voice curls around me, laced in syrup and teeth.You’ll have to beg.
My pulse flickers dark and fast, the edges of me fraying even as I sit here, outwardly composed, twisting roses between my fingers like I’m not being fucking toyed with by a girl who shouldn’t know how to play this game so well.
I drag a breath in, slow, careful, because this—this—is why I don’t bind. Why I spent centuries keeping my power locked behind ice and distance. Because she doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t break.
She tempts.
Beg for it, Dalmar,she purrs, her amusement sparking through the bond like lightning over water.You’re the one who wanted in.
It should infuriate me.
It does.
But not the way it should.
I tip my head back slightly, a low huff of a laugh slipping past my lips as I stare up at the Hollow sky above us—dark and endless, heavy with stars like sharp little knives.
You’re a menace,I murmur down the line between us, every word soaked in gold and venom.A brat who doesn’t know what she’s asking for.
I feel her grin bloom like a bruise against my ribs.
So beg, Ambrose.
I shift, rolling my neck like I can shake her out of me, but she’s everywhere now—threaded under my skin, tangled in my magic, laughing through the cracks she made herself.
Let me in, Luna.I send it softer this time, molten, dangerous.You’re already mine. You just don’t want to admit it yet.
She hums in my head, sweet and cruel.
Say please.
I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, because fuck her, she’s enjoying this too much. And because the worst part is—I am too.
I lean forward slightly, voice a murmur only she can hear, the bond vibrating taut between us.
Please, pretty thing.I drag the words out like silk over steel, dark and edged.Let me in.
The wall doesn’t crumble—not yet—but it fractures.
And through the cracks, I feel her smile.
The wall fractures like glass kissed by a hammer—not shattering, not yet, but splintering enough for me to slide through.
And she knows it.
The second she lets that crack widen, her magic slithers through it like smoke, curling against my skin, sweet and wicked. I feel her everywhere now—not just through the weight of the bond humming at the back of my throat—but under it, inside me, a pulse I can't scrub clean.
And then her voice slides through.
Took you long enough.It's playful now, soft and honey-warm, like she’s dragging her nails down my spine from the inside out.
