What sin have I committed? The climax hasn't even begun, yet I already feel like I'm about to die.
"Hey." I froze when I heard that voice. Swallowing hard, I turned around and saw Hevis staring at me, his expression deadly serious. "Follow me."
He stood and walked away without another word. I followed him. Out of the eight men, he and Eros were the ones I feared most. They killed people even before they met Sol—simply because they could. I understood why Hevis was like this. He was kidnapped once, forced to watch his comrade die right before his eyes. He only survived because he killed his captor first. He started killing at the age of eight. Rarely did he kill women; his victims were mostly men. We stopped walking, and I realized we were standing before the library. My brows furrowed.
"What are we doing—"
