FIFTY FIVE

I was in the library, sitting close to the window as I flipped the pages of the book. It has been a month and two weeks since I got shot, and thankfully, my injury has gotten better and is healing really well. The downside was I wasn’t allowed to go out and have tried pleading with Sin, but he was just being hot-headed and freaking stubborn.

Victoria and I have crossed paths a couple of times, and every time, I’m always met with a glare, though she doesn’t say anything. But I can tell that whatever hatred she has for me seems to grow, and at times like this, I wish Samantha were here.

A footstep snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned to see Sin walking over me with a smile on his face.

He was looking impossibly handsome in yet another perfectly cut suit. Well, shirt and pants. He had forgone the jacket. I almost wished for the jacket because the shirt left so much to the imagination about his manly shape.

Broad, thick shoulders; arms bulging with muscles, but not too much. He wor