Heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s back to hell she goes…
Myrsina knows the stories. As one of the oldest of the Grimm, she had a hand in writing most of them, but only she knows the dark origin of the Seven Bloody Sisters. It springs from the place of her birth—and her death. A place of pain and misery to which she plans to never return. Unless forced.
When Luc appears on her doorstep, her heart twists with suppressed longing for the man who can never be hers. The only man who can make her do the impossible—go home.
Luc may be blind, but through their unique, bittersweet connection, even he can see that the task laid before them is ripping Sina’s soul apart. This time it isn’t as simple as fighting a demon that has escaped from the netherplains.
Sina must go back in time—to that cursed ground—and right a wrong that she unknowingly brought about. To write a new ending to a story that may give them both a chance at happily ever after. Assuming they survive.
Now he lowered his arm and when I saw the inhuman beauty of those blue eyes, it was like a punch to the heart. As he came to his feet, I backed away then I could have kicked myself. Damn it, what I was doing?
Of course, he couldn’t see it, and Krell was off gnawing away on his treat, and I hadn’t made any noise, but it was the point of the matter.
“Now, was there anything else, Snow White?” he asked, his voice silky and cool, but under it, there was a threat of something. Something I couldn’t quite understand. This wasn’t like Luc. Luc was ever the gentleman. Always so kind and polite, even when he was pissed. Hell, I’d see him apologize to some of the possessed we’d taken down before. It wasn’t the demon he apologized to, but the mortal who still lurked inside. Luc never seemed to lapse on the manners front.
Except he was lapsing now.
He was being something of an ass as he took a step in my direction, then another, and another until he stood just a few inches away.
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped.
When he eased even closer, I jerked my hands up. That was a mistake, because I was touching him now. Through the thin cloth of his shirt, I could feel his heartbeat slamming against my hands—fast and hard. Too fast, too hard. Our hearts didn’t move at the same rhythm of a human’s. Not unless something had us worked up, at least. His skin felt hot, incredibly hot.
Long-fingered hands closed around my wrists. “I’m tired. I want a shower. A meal. A nap,” Luc murmured, tugging my hands down.
As he leaned in, I could feel the rhythm of my own heart ratcheting up a bit. Okay. A lot. Too much, until I was almost lightheaded from it. When he pressed his lips to my ear, I had to swallow a moan. “If you’re done trying to educate me, Snow White, I’m going to go shower.”
As he moved away, I swallowed and closed my eyes. Dragging my hands through my hair, I managed to stumble over to the bed. As the door shut behind him, I thought about yelling at him, “Don’t call me that.”
But what was the point?
As he was stripping out of his clothes, Luc wondered if maybe Will was right.
As much as he hated to consider that idea—it was a matter of principle, really—he had to consider it, because either he was losing his mind, or he’d felt something very, very much like his own hunger just a few minutes ago.
The problem wasn’t her hunger, though.
And he knew it.
Broodingly, he made his way over to the shower, swearing when he accidentally bumped into the wall. If he’d been here a few more days, it wouldn’t have happened. Or maybe it would have. Buildings weren’t like living creatures and they didn’t give off the vibes he used to paint a mental picture, but he could acclimate after a few days and rarely bumped into anything anymore.
Just another thing to sour his already black mood, although it was nothing compared to what really had him troubled.
And it wasn’t even Sina.
She had him pissed, she had him horny, and if he was around her too long, he suspected she’d leave him hurting.
The bigger problem was what was going on out there in the village, a problem he couldn’t untangle.
Need to clear my mind, he thought as he turned on the shower, adjusting the spray until it came down in a hot, pulsating blast. This was another one of the pleasures of modern life. Showers. Hot, long showers. He loved them. Plain and simple, loved them.
If the water would hold out, he could just stand in there long enough to clear his mind.
That would be ideal.
Blanking his mind, he braced his hands on the tile wall and dipped his head, letting the water pound on his neck and back, groaning in pleasure.
A tingle danced along his flesh. Buzzed through his mind.
Slowly, he lifted his head.
Water dripped off his cheeks, nose and chin, but he didn’t move as he tried to remember the placement, everything in the bathroom. The hotel was worn and rundown, but clean. Nicer than he’d expected, really, considering how the outside had looked.
Somebody had done some updates on recently and they tried to cater to younger couples.
There were mirrors all over the fucking bathroom.
And as he stood there, the tingling on his flesh grew more intense and in the very back of his mind, he felt a warmth.
Sina used mirrors. The way he used Krell’s eyes, although her ability wasn’t anywhere as keen as his. Whether it was the inanimate object, whether it was because she didn’t practice as much as he did, or what.
Watching me, Snow White?
The idea might have unsettled him at some other time.
But just then, he was feeling just a little mean. Shoving away from the wall, he eased back, bracing himself against the tile. As the water continued to pour down around him, he rested a hand down his belly.
He’d been frozen in a state of semi-arousal ever since he’d touched her. Semi no longer applied.
the Myrtle. It’s one of a number of ‘Snow White’ tales.