Deadly Sin (Cassandra Farbanks) Read Online Free Page A

couple.
    “I was invited.”
    “I get that,” I said, keeping my tone low, “doesn’t explain why you came.” She considered her answer for a minute.
    “He’s one of my best officers. He asked me to be here and I’m here.”
    “Even if you don’t approve of the bride.” Her body tensed slightly and she clenched and unclenched her fists.
    “Even so. It’s his choice to associate with these people,” she replied. Her voice wasn’t entirely neutral when she said ‘people’, as if that wasn’t her first choice. I knew in that instant LeBron hadn’t told her he had lycanthropy. I had only a second to hide the shock on my face before she stole another glance at me. I didn’t know what LeBron was thinking. He’d never pass his next physical and Rourke would be pissed he’d kept it from her. She watched me go very still and quiet and didn’t know why.
    “And Ben?” I asked. She looked at him. He sat at a stool at the bar.
    “He just wanted to see if you’d really wear that dress.” I blinked at her. It was news to me Benjamin had seen the bridemaid dress before today. I looked down at the offending frock.
    “Wasn’t my choice.”
    “Why’d you agree?”
    “As you said, he’s one of the good ones. He asked me so I did.” It was her turn to blink at me, trying to pull me into better focus and adjust her image of me. Whatever she saw didn’t please her anymore than normal, so she turned her eyes back to the dance floor. Other couples began to join the newly weds. LeBron’s best man, a rather round fellow named Georgie, came over and offered his hand to me. Candy and Clark were already on the floor, and I danced with Georgie, my designated groomsman. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Georgie as I took his extremely clammy hand. I just wasn’t much of a dancer. Aram gave me a few lessons, but I still stood on toes. I stomped on Georgie’s feet in the rehearsals.
    “I apologize in advance.” He smiled at me, a very personable guy.
    “I wore extra thick socks, just in case.” I smiled weakly and let him take me out on the dance floor. He put his hands on my waist and I rested mine on his shoulders, keeping our bodies six inches apart. The coordinator deemed this appropriate. Unfortunately for Georgie, he wasn’t a very tall man. His eyes were level with my clavicle with me wearing heels. His face flushed red. As he tired leading me, I stumbled and stomped on his foot. He yipped.
    “Sorry, sorry.” We decided it was best we just sway from side to side on the spot. I was thankful when the song ended and I politely backed away with an awkward smile. I couldn’t escape, though. Clark tapped me on my shoulder and informed me I had to dance with him too. He was shifter quick so I didn’t get his foot as much and we used the floor more. My next dance partner was my favorite. I squat down to twirl Zoe around the floor. She looked especially cute with her blonde hair tied back with ribbons. She wore a white dress with a bright crimson sash around the middle, a full netted skirt, and little white socks with red shoes. Because she had been up for a long time, her eyes were a little tired, but her smile was bright. When the hem of the other yellow dress came into view, I looked up and realized Candy was holding my gold clutch. I was puzzled, ready to be pissed.
    “Your phone is ringing,” she said, handing it to me.
    “Oh,” I said, pulling out the phone and looking at the caller identification. It was my office phone calling. “Thanks. Can you watch Zoe?”
    She nodded while I rose and answered it.
    “Hold on Trink. Let me find somewhere quiet.” I held the phone to my chest and worked my way through the crowd to the terrace. It was dark and quiet out here. I put the phone back to my ear. “Okay Trinket. What’s up?”
    “Detective Hamilton called,” she said getting straight to the point. “I told him you were at a social function.”
    “What’s he want?”
    “You to give him a call. He