LOCKED IN SILENCE
GRIMM’S CIRCLE BOOK 5
Dying is hard enough. Coming back to life is brutal.
Vanya has been hunting and killing demons ever since one of them scarred her face and killed her sister. Correction—since she was forced to kill the demon possessing her sister.
Then some sort of angel offers her a deal she can’t refuse—that if she becomes one of them, she gets to kill even more demons. Tonight, she’s made that choice. The death she smells on the air will be her own—and she welcomes it.
Silence feels a darkness is looming. Change—something he has every reason not to welcome. The deeply hidden memories that robbed him of his past, of his own name, render him unfit to teach anyone the ways of the Grimm. Yet here he is in the dankest sex club in town, waiting to assume his charge—after he stands by and watches her die.
When Vanya awakes, their complicated, dangerous dance begins. And so does something else—a searing need that blisters along their unexpected mental connection. Silence shouldn’t be drawn to his student, but once they touch, he can’t think of a reason to stop. Even though acting out their darkest desires puts them in more danger than they realize.
Warning: This book contains sex-starved demons, lonely angels, demon-angel sandwiches, blood, violence, death and a happy-ever-after.
Somewhere in that was his human.
Somebody he was to teach. To train.
After, of course, he’d let him or her die.
This wasn’t going to be a fun night.
He broke in through the fourth-floor window.
The punch of their power was stronger here—a lot stronger. It was an arousing, uncomfortable itch that flowed over his skin and stiffened his cock even as it made him wish he had a swimming pool of bleach he could go immerse himself in. That might be enough to clear their noxious power from his pores, but he didn’t think so.
At least he no longer had that overpowering effect where he felt like he had to have sex or die—he was immune to that much, at least. Still, he hated succubae, incubae. Damn parasites. Sexual ticks—worse. And there was never just a couple of them because they didn’t like to travel in small groups—always had to be in large groups. The weaker ones—the drones—siphoned energy from their lovers and they fed their stolen power to their leader.
It was a living, breathing orgy—an unclean one.
As he made his way through the darkness and silence of the top floor, he drew his axe. Absently, he stroked a thumb along the blade—lightly. Wouldn’t do to draw blood. Not this close. They couldn’t hear him unless he made noise, and he wouldn’t. They couldn’t sense him—the Grimm were naturally able to dampen their presence. But drawing blood around a demon—might as well do it in shark-infested waters.
Of course, sharks were a quicker, cleaner way to go.
He extended his senses, focusing. How many…
One. Two—eight. Ten.
He could handle those odds.
And the human—female.
He winced automatically. He’d hoped for a man. He didn’t want to train a woman—didn’t want to stand by and watch a woman die, either.
A soft voice, low and husky, drifted up. It was a nice voice, he thought. And since it didn’t make his eardrums shudder, cringe and long for more Clorox, he already knew whose it belonged to—his human.
“I’ve got a better idea—why don’t you just bite me?”
He snorted and shook his head. Bad words to say to a sex demon—anything that could be taken remotely sexual, they would.
Somebody laughed, and the sound of it made his skin crawl. Worse, the power he felt throb in the air was strong.
The queen—his human was talking to the queen.
Edging to the railing, he peered out of the shadows down to the lower level. It was set up to resemble something like a porn scene. Beds, several of them. A rack that looked part medieval torture device and sex toy—although why a person would willingly go on that, he didn’t know. He’d done his time on the real rack and there wasn’t anything one could say that would get him back on one, no matter the sexual enticement offered.
His sexual tastes might sometimes run to the perverse, but a rack? No. Just…no. Looking at it, even thinking of seeing his human on it was enough to make him want to use one of his larger axes and hack it into splinters.
His human was being backed up, closer and closer to it.
She had a knife in her hand—long, closer to a sword than a knife, but it wasn’t going to do much good against that many of the demonic. The bodies the succubae and incubae possessed became stronger, and even if she could hold her own against a couple…well, ten was too much to ask of any mortal.
Still, there was something about the way she held it that made him think she knew how to use it.
Demons didn’t like pain more than anybody else, and they could be killed—not the way mortals could, but if she dealt a killing blow, their souls would be sucked back to the netherplains. It weakened them, and if they survived, it would take them a good long while to try to cross back over into this world.
Sometimes, they did die. Silence planned to kill the lot of them tonight.
“Come on, precious,” one of them said, giving her a charming, seductive smile. “Put the knife down. You came out here looking for a good time, right?”
She gave him a smile in return. “Well…yes. But my idea of a good time is going to be very different from yours. You see, my idea of a good time is to kill as many of you as I can before I die. I’m already up to two.” She spun the blade and cocked a brow. “Who’s next?”
Despite himself, Silence smiled.
She had guts. More…she knew what was coming. How strange. Odd, that. Perhaps Will had prepared her a bit more than Silence had expected.
One of them lunged for her. She swayed to the side and her knife was a silver flash in the air.
Silence smelled blood in the air. He slid his axe into place and gathered his shadows.
Then he steadied himself. In another few minutes, he’d have to watch her die.