{"id":26560,"date":"2011-06-25T08:00:23","date_gmt":"2011-06-25T12:00:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shilohwalker.com\/website\/?p=26560"},"modified":"2011-06-25T14:41:44","modified_gmt":"2011-06-25T18:41:44","slug":"locked-in-silence-grimm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.shilohwalker.com\/website\/2011\/06\/locked-in-silence-grimm\/","title":{"rendered":"Locked in Silence… #Grimm"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dying is hard enough. Coming back to life is brutal.<\/p>\n

Grimm\u2019s Circle, Book 5<\/p>\n

Vanya has been hunting and killing demons ever since one of them scarred her face and killed her sister. Correction\u2014since she was forced to kill the demon possessing her sister.<\/p>\n

Then some sort of angel offers her a deal she can\u2019t refuse\u2014that if she becomes one of them, she gets to kill even more demons. Tonight, she\u2019s made that choice. The death she smells on the air will be her own\u2014and she welcomes it.<\/p>\n

Silence feels a darkness is looming. Change\u2014something 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\u2014after he stands by and watches her die.<\/p>\n

When Vanya awakes, their complicated, dangerous dance begins. And so does something else\u2014a searing need that blisters along their unexpected mental connection. Silence shouldn\u2019t be drawn to his student, but once they touch, he can\u2019t think of a reason to stop. Even though acting out their darkest desires puts them in more danger than they realize.<\/p>\n

Warning: This book contains sex-starved demons, lonely angels, demon-angel sandwiches, blood, violence, death and a happy-ever-after.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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\u201cCan you see through my dress?\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanya tried not to snort as she finished up in the bathroom stall. When she came out, she automatically dipped her head so her hair\u2014or rather the wig\u2019s hair\u2014fell and hid the scars that started at her temple and continued down along the left side of her face.<\/p>\n

The wig was a necessity. The scars made her stand out too much. In the past two years, she\u2019d convinced herself not to care so much about them, but the reality was that they did make her stand out and she couldn\u2019t have that.<\/p>\n

If she didn\u2019t do something to disguise her looks, it would be far too easy to track her down.<\/p>\n

And she still suspected it wasn\u2019t enough.<\/p>\n

Of course, tonight, it hardly mattered. These girls weren\u2019t paying her any attention at all.<\/p>\n

They were too busy staring at their friend\u2019s dress.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, you can definitely see through it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yeah. Vanya was hard-pressed not to roll her eyes as the girl clapped a hand to her forehead and dramatically cried, \u201cI look like such a slut\u2026why didn\u2019t anybody tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, we thought you knew\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The dress\u2019s transparency wasn\u2019t going to add or detract from the girl\u2019s would-be sluttiness. Maybe the fact that it didn\u2019t quite cover her lacy boy shorts, her lack of a bra and her very real need for one\u2014that might add to the slut image. Or the fact that she\u2019d already had sex tonight\u2014twice. Vanya had seen the girl going at it outside on her way in\u2014and she\u2019d also seen Ms. See-through Dress fucking a different guy in the bathroom here earlier.<\/p>\n

Vanya noticed things.<\/p>\n

Lots of things\u2014particularly in places like this.<\/p>\n

Places like this\u2014rank, nasty dives that made her want to take a bath.<\/p>\n

But she needed to be here.<\/p>\n

Tonight.<\/p>\n

Vanya didn\u2019t even know why.<\/p>\n

She just knew she needed to be here.<\/p>\n

Even though it was screwing with her head something awful. Too much going on\u2014too much sex, too much anger, too much confusion and chaos and depression and sadness and want and lust and greed\u2026<\/p>\n

All the thoughts pressed in on her and she couldn\u2019t block them all out. It was as if she\u2019d walked into the local Best Buy and somebody had jacked up all the speakers to maximum.<\/p>\n

She hated it.<\/p>\n

The noise, the chaos, they screwed with her shields something awful.<\/p>\n

She did fine one-on-one, two-on-one, even ten- or twenty-on-one. But a few hundred angry, angsty young adults and not-so-young adults who were trying desperately to pretend they were\u2026hell, it was enough to screw with any psychic\u2019s shields. At least, she\u2019d prefer to think so.<\/p>\n

To say her shields were compromised was putting it mildly.<\/p>\n

This wasn\u2019t a place she wanted to be.<\/p>\n

And if she listened to her instincts, she\u2019d leave because there was danger in every corner here.<\/p>\n

Death waited.<\/p>\n

She could feel it, all but taste it.<\/p>\n

She hadn\u2019t tasted it this strong since the night her sister Irina had died\u2014been killed.<\/p>\n

The night Vanya had killed her. Killed her and the demon inside her. At least she\u2019d hoped the demon died. She didn\u2019t know enough about the demons to know for sure. After all, nobody would tell her. She suspected not many could. Those who could weren\u2019t talking.<\/p>\n

A giggle pierced the dark shroud of Vanya\u2019s thoughts and she braced her hands on the cool porcelain of the sink, made herself think. Made herself focus. She needed to get out of here.<\/p>\n

Back into the club.<\/p>\n

Where they were.<\/p>\n

The succubae and incubae.<\/p>\n

The demons.<\/p>\n

They were her main concern\u2014the reason she was here.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t need to be worrying about a bunch of giggling, silly girls. Girls who were busy lamenting over a silly, sheer dress and whether or not any of them made a hookup tonight.<\/p>\n

Vanya wished that were the biggest concern of her life.<\/p>\n

That hadn\u2019t ever been a concern in her life.<\/p>\n

She rarely had time for it.<\/p>\n

No\u2014her biggest concern was currently centered around the demons who had selected this bar as a feeding ground. Even though they were stronger than her, faster than her\u2026<\/p>\n

Even though they could kill her with ridiculous ease.<\/p>\n

Kill her\u2014<\/p>\n

But then again, that was her goal, wasn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n

She couldn\u2019t really make any real progress until she died.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve got a deal for you\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

Like it was yesterday, Vanya could remember the night he\u2019d come to her.<\/p>\n

His name was Will. Or at least that was the name he\u2019d given her.<\/p>\n

He was one of the people who could enlighten her about demons. But he wasn\u2019t too interested in sharing many details with her. At least not yet. In good time\u2014that was his favorite line.<\/p>\n

One would think he\u2019d be more interested in talking to her, reassuring her. Considering he was trying to convince her to join him. And in order to do that? She had to die. Yeah, that was a real kicker. Some reassurance would be appreciated. But he never gave it, and oddly enough, she trusted him despite that fact.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d met him five years ago.<\/p>\n

Five years ago\u2014she\u2019d been eighteen and alone, fighting against those things, like she\u2019d been doing as often as she could, ever since she was sixteen when her sister had been taken over by them. Her sister, her friend, her only family.<\/p>\n

Then\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got a deal for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He\u2019d come out of nowhere. Dressed all in white, from the long, white leather coat, to the white leather shoes. On many men, it would have looked foolish. On him\u2026it fit.<\/p>\n

Vanya, covered in blood, still shuddering from the rush of adrenaline, had barely been able to keep the scream trapped behind her lips when the man practically appeared right in front of her.<\/p>\n

Not that he had\u2014that wasn\u2019t possible.<\/p>\n

But it sure as hell seemed that way.<\/p>\n

With a sneer to cover her fear, she started to go around him. \u201cSorry, pal. If you\u2019re looking to get laid, you\u2019re looking in the wrong place.\u201d<\/p>\n

He caught her arm. \u201cI\u2019m not looking for sex, Vanya. I\u2019m looking for fighters. And that\u2019s what you are. An hour of your time, in public, and I\u2019ll buy you a meal.\u201d<\/p>\n

The exact right words\u2014he couldn\u2019t have offered her diamonds with a better result.<\/p>\n

Her belly growled. It had been more than a day since she\u2019d scavenged up a decent meal.<\/p>\n

Although she had the money she\u2019d stolen from her latest kill, if this guy was willing to fork over the dough\u2026hooking her thumbs in her pockets, she studied him.<\/p>\n

\u201cA meal and fifty bucks,\u201d she said, lifting her chin.<\/p>\n

He smiled. \u201cNot a problem. Shall we?\u201d He gestured toward the road.<\/p>\n

But Vanya hesitated. She\u2019d just killed two\u2026things. They\u2019d been human once and their bodies still looked human. That meant they\u2019d bled\u2026a lot.<\/p>\n

And the police would think she was insane if she told them some story about demons and possession\u2026<\/p>\n

Plus, although the dark clothes she wore hid the blood pretty well, in the light, people would notice something.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll meet you. Someplace. Two hours. I\u2019ve got a prior engagement,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAhhh. Yes. It wouldn\u2019t be a bad idea to clean up, change your clothes, I imagine.\u201d<\/p>\n

The blood drained from her face\u2014she felt it. Swallowing, she stared at his face. And although she didn\u2019t like to do it, she lowered her shields, just a bit, prepared to jerk them back up in case he felt like\u2026one of them.<\/p>\n

What she felt was\u2026<\/p>\n

Weariness. Strength. And light\u2014it was almost like she stood in the sunshine after years and years in darkness.<\/p>\n

Hissing out a breath, she backed away, staring at him.<\/p>\n

Judging by the look in his eyes, he\u2019d known exactly what she was doing. He continued to watch her, waiting, a patient look on his face, as though he\u2019d wait forever. As though he could wait forever.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, she wasn\u2019t so hungry and she didn\u2019t think he was worth the fifty bucks or the free meal.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe not, but that deal I mentioned? It\u2019s worth it,\u201d he murmured. \u201cYou\u2019ll end up dead, one of these nights, when you go out there. You\u2019ll continue this quest, determined to kill those things before they take away somebody else\u2019s sister, mother, brother, son\u2026but this time, you\u2019ll be the one to fall. The one to die. Or perhaps worse\u2014you\u2019ll end up one of them. It\u2019s a risk and you know it. It\u2019s a fear you live with. The nightmare that keeps you awake, even though you sleep only during the day when the sun shines bright in the sky.\u201d<\/p>\n

Terror squeezed her chest, her throat.<\/p>\n

Shit.<\/p>\n

Shit.<\/p>\n

Shit\u2014how in the hell\u2014what the hell\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cWho in the fuck are you?\u201d she demanded. \u201cHow do you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n

The smile curling his lips was sad. \u201cSomebody not so different from you, sweeting.\u201d He reached inside his pocket.<\/p>\n

She grabbed her knife, brandished it.<\/p>\n

And then felt very much the fool when he held out a crisp fifty dollar bill. \u201cYours\u2026whether you meet me or not\u2014the good Lord knows you could use a good meal or two on you. Your favorite restaurant. Be there. In two hours. Or not. But I mean you no harm.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d she demanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cMeet me\u2026or not. Like I said, I have a deal for you, Vanya. One that will make you faster, stronger\u2026and you\u2019ll be able to kill all the monsters you wish.. And they\u2019ll never be able to take you over. That nightmare, the one that haunts you? You\u2019ll be free from it. Forever. I promise you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned around and strode away. She stared at him, dimly thinking she hadn\u2019t told him her favorite restaurant.<\/p>\n

Free\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

She shook her head, trying to make herself listen to common sense, and not that desperate, desperate hope. He\u2019s just a quack<\/em>, she told herself. One who hadn\u2019t even asked her what her favorite place was, so how could he meet her?<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be there, Vanya. I promise. The question is\u2026will you be?\u201d he called out over his shoulder.<\/p>\n

A quack\u2014a freaking weird one.<\/p>\n

One who\u2026holy shit.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d fucking disappeared.<\/p>\n

Right in front of her.<\/p>\n

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