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just a bit of a note…Silence is mute. He communicates through sign, or in Vanya’s case…(the heroine) through pyschic communication.<\/p>\n

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

Grimm\u2019s Circle, Book 5<\/em><\/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><\/blockquote>\n

I\u2019m such a tramp. A hopeless, lovesick tramp.<\/em><\/p>\n

Almost an hour had passed. She was back on a barstool. Alone.<\/p>\n

Not for long, though.<\/p>\n

Morosely, Vanya watched as Silence walked across the bar\u2019s dance floor.<\/p>\n

Here she was in the middle of a sex club, her body still buzzing from the arousal from earlier. In the back of her mind, she was aware of a discordant cadence\u2014succubae, incubae\u2026demons. They\u2019d have to deal with them tonight\u2014after all, that was\u00a0why\u00a0<\/em>they were here, to see how she could handle one on her own now that she was one of the Grimm.<\/p>\n

But all she could think was,\u00a0Damn, he looks hot, and if those bitches don\u2019t quit staring at him, I\u2019m going to hurt them<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Some of those bitches were demons.<\/p>\n

But most of them were human, and hell, she couldn\u2019t\u00a0blame<\/em>\u00a0them for staring at Silence.<\/p>\n

He was damn well worth staring at. He was so damned beautiful\u2014angelically beautiful, even. She smirked as she thought it. Then she thought about what he\u2019d said, what he\u2019d offered.<\/p>\n

That dark, disturbing fantasy.<\/p>\n

Her belly turned into a hot, nervous tangle and she needed a drink even thinking about it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe job,\u201d she told herself. \u201cThink about the damn job.\u201d<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t like that wasn\u2019t enough to keep her mind occupied right now.<\/p>\n

She was getting ready to actually engage with the enemy.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d been moved from the basic part of training to the actual fighting-with-demons part.<\/p>\n

He hadn\u2019t given it a fancy name\u2014just told her a week ago she\u2019d be engaging with demons soon.<\/p>\n

After two months of being pummeled by him during the nights and spending the dawn hours under him and a few hours of the day wrapped around him, she was moving from punching bag to demon fodder.<\/p>\n

Yay.<\/p>\n

Of course, he hadn\u2019t told her she was going to be demon fodder.<\/p>\n

She just\u00a0felt<\/em>\u00a0that way.<\/p>\n

There were more demons here than she was used to dealing with. She could feel them. Feel them in a way she hadn\u2019t felt them before. She\u2019d all but started shaking when he\u2019d led her in here, and only his hand on her back had kept her from bolting.<\/p>\n

His hand\u2026and the low, soothing rumble of his voice in her mind.\u00a0You\u2019ll be fine. This is nothing you haven\u2019t done before, remember that. You\u2019ve fought succubae and incubae\u2014when you were human, and you did fine. You are ready for this. I wouldn\u2019t bring you here if you weren\u2019t ready, and I\u2019ll never be too far from your side, I promise.<\/em><\/p>\n

He\u2019d kept that promise too.<\/p>\n

Save for when he left to get her a drink, he\u2019d hardly left her side at all.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d danced, they\u2019d necked in the corner, they\u2019d watched the couple act out a rape fantasy, and then he\u2019d used his very talented hands to give her several delightful orgasms.<\/p>\n

And now\u2026<\/p>\n

He was coming back to her with a glint in his eye and a man in tow.<\/p>\n

Except the man behind him wasn\u2019t a man.<\/p>\n

It was an incubae, and Vanya knew she\u2019d dealt with his kind before\u2014there was no reason to be so scared\u2014none<\/em>. She\u2019d killed these things before, on her own, and she wasn\u2019t alone now.<\/p>\n

But something felt\u2026different. Off.<\/p>\n

Hell. Maybe it was just her.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d been on edge ever since she\u2019d stepped into the club, and it wasn\u2019t just because she\u2019d watched the hottest damn sexual act ever, and it wasn\u2019t just from what Silence had offered.<\/p>\n

Nerves,<\/em>\u00a0she told herself. Just nerves and she needed to get\u00a0over<\/em>\u00a0it.<\/p>\n

Now. Because the incubae was only five feet away and he was staring at her like she was a piece of candy and he was starving for a taste.<\/p>\n

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

Vanya saw it in his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe thinks we\u2019re looking for a third,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0Silence said to her.\u00a0\u201cAnd he already thinks you\u2019re nervous, so we don\u2019t need to worry about that.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Briefly she wondered how he\u2019d managed to communicate with the guy, but five seconds later, she figured it out.<\/p>\n

The guy was already trying to crawl all over her, his hands coming to rest on her outer thighs while he nuzzled her neck. \u201cFuck, you\u2019re hot. I\u2019ve been watching you two since you came in, baby, and I\u2019ve been hoping you were looking for some more action. Lucky me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Obviously Silence hadn\u2019t needed to speak\u2014the man had done all the speaking for him.<\/p>\n

She stared over his shoulder at Silence, well aware that her eyes were too wide, that she probably looked a little too panicked. Damn it, she couldn\u2019t do this\u2014couldn\u2019t do it\u2026<\/p>\n

A hand touched her shoulder. Warm, hard, scarred\u2014she knew that touch. Turning her head, she stared into Silence\u2019s blue eyes. He cupped her chin, angled her head back. As his mouth covered hers, he murmured into her mind,\u00a0\u201cHe can\u2019t stop talking any easier than I\u00a0<\/em>can\u00a0talk, it seems. Relax\u2026he\u2019s new, unused to being in the mortal world, I suspect. All we need to do is get him outside. He already thinks I\u2019ve talked you into this, so that\u2019s why you\u2019re nervous.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Nervous?<\/p>\n

Shit.<\/p>\n

Vanya wasn\u2019t nervous.<\/p>\n

She was\u00a0terrified<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The man currently rubbing his crotch against her leg was a\u00a0demon<\/em>. She was used to demons, yeah. But she wasn\u2019t used to being quite so surrounded by them, and Silence had already told her they were going to do the kill\u00a0here<\/em>\u2014not away from the rest of the others, but\u00a0here<\/em>. And if more came, she was supposed to deal with it.<\/p>\n

Deal with more than a couple of them at a time.<\/p>\n

His tongue teased her lips, and his voice, that teasing, rough rumble in her mind said,\u00a0\u201cOpen for me\u2026relax. Ah, you\u2019re sweet, Vanya\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

The ridged scars on his palms rasped over her flesh as he stroked a hand up over her arm, her shoulder, cupping her neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cY\u2019all want go into the back? Find one of the rooms?\u201d their new companion asked, right when she\u2019d thought\u00a0maybe<\/em>\u00a0she could relax.<\/p>\n

This was better, though.<\/p>\n

Because the sooner they got moving, the sooner she could either try to kill this guy or screw up so Silence could step in.<\/p>\n

And shit, how pathetic was that? She\u2019d killed these things before. A lot. Without Silence\u2019s help, on her own, back when she\u2019d been a human. Just because she\u2019d lured them away and acted on a one-on-one or two-on-one basis didn\u2019t change things much.<\/p>\n

She was more than human now.<\/p>\n

She could handle this.<\/p>\n

Pulling her mouth away from Silence, she looked at the incubae.<\/p>\n

Well, he was a good-looking bastard, she\u2019d give him that.<\/p>\n

They usually were, though.<\/p>\n

His eyes ran over her with appreciation, never once pausing at her scarred face. No, he was too interested in staring at her tits, which were very much on display in the corset she wore in lieu of a top. Her clothing consisted of that and a microscopic skirt. The boots covered more flesh than the skirt did, for crying out loud, coming up to her knees. Fortunately, there was no heel to the boot, and she knew she\u2019d be able to move in them\u2014she\u2019d already checked that out.<\/p>\n

She also had her knives stashed inside them.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, eager hands were gripping her waist, pulling her from the stool where she was sitting. Realizing the guy had taken her silence for consent, she stiffened.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need him outside,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0Silence said into her mind, his voice hard and flat.\u00a0\u201cI will not risk you getting cornered with this many of the possessed. You\u2019re too new.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Even as he said it, he slipped an arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck\u2014maybe to look as though he were encouraging her.<\/p>\n

Stiffening her legs, she gave the demon tugging on her hand a nervous look and shook her head. \u201cHow about outside?\u201d she shouted, raising her voice, even though she knew she didn\u2019t need to.<\/p>\n

She leaned against Silence, not having to feign her nervousness or the shyness as the guy looked at her. The indulgent smile curling his lips made her want to pop him, though.<\/p>\n

Silence\u2019s hand, resting on her waist, tightened.\u00a0\u201cBreathe, dear one\u2026don\u2019t let him know you\u2019re angered. He can sense it as well as I can.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Turning her face into Silence\u2019s chest, she took a deep, steady breath, forced the tight muscles in her back to relax. Then she pushed back and gave Silence a tight smile. She couldn\u2019t get rid of the anger altogether, or the nervousness. Rising up on her toes, she curled a hand around his neck and tugged him down. She didn\u2019t have to talk loud\u2014the demon would hear her, and that was the point. \u201cDo you have any idea just how\u00a0big<\/em>\u00a0you\u2019re going to owe me for this, baby? Sooooo big. I\u2019m thinking oral sex and breakfast in bed every day for a month.\u201d<\/p>\n

As she settled back down in front of him, Silence flashed her a wide grin, and in her mind, she felt the warm blast of approval.<\/p>\n

No, she couldn\u2019t hide her discomfort. Might as well roll with it, right?<\/p>\n

As the demon came up behind her and started to rub his cock against her ass, she clenched her jaw.<\/p>\n

Silence caught her face in his hands just as the demon cupped her breasts and teased, \u201cCome on, angel\u2026relax. You got no idea how much fun we can show you.\u201d<\/p>\n

She blushed a brilliant shade of red, shooting a look around the club. Yeah, people were looking at them, but it wasn\u2019t in shock.<\/p>\n

Hell, it was a fucking\u00a0sex<\/em>\u00a0club.<\/p>\n

Of course people were looking at them.<\/p>\n

But she had to get away from their stares before she cracked.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake me outside,\u201d she said, her voice strained even to her own ears.<\/p>\n

Silence tugged her away from the other man, his arm curling around her. Tucked against his leather-clad side, she relaxed a little, even as the demon came up next to them, his hand settling low on her back, his fingers toying with the laces of her corset.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re doing fine,\u201d\u00a0<\/em>Silence assured her as they broke through the crowd.<\/p>\n

Out in the cool darkness of the evening, she managed, finally, to breathe. The itching, tight sensation along her spine relaxed and she let him guide them around the building. He\u2019d already scoped it out, picked out the exact area he wanted to use.<\/p>\n

Smart, prepared\u2026so much more equipped to handle this than she was.<\/p>\n

Damn it, was what she doing\u2014<\/p>\n

A hand clamped over her ass.<\/p>\n

She stiffened but managed not to pull away. Barely. Just barely.<\/p>\n

In the darkness, Silence came to a stop.<\/p>\n

They were at the very far edges of the parking lot where, handily, lights were out. Handily\u2014she\u2019d watched as he took care of them. Not too many mortals would come to this area because of the darkness, and as she leaned against him, she watched as the darkness thickened.<\/p>\n

\u201cDude, it\u2019s fucking dark over here,\u201d the demon muttered, his voice oddly strained. \u201cWhy not go back inside, beautiful? I want to see that pretty mouth of yours\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s used to being able to see in the dark and he can\u2019t see past my illusions,\u201d\u00a0<\/em>Silence said. Because she was touching him, the shadows weren\u2019t affecting her and she could see the way the other guy\u2019s dark eyes were darting around nervously.<\/p>\n

Swallowing, she stepped away from Silence, relying on her ears to guide her to the other man, because once she wasn\u2019t\u00a0touching<\/em>\u00a0Silence, the darkness was complete, like being wrapped in black cotton and thrown in a cave with no exit, no natural light, nothing.<\/p>\n

She could hear him, faintly.<\/p>\n

Reaching out, she touched him. Her fingers brushed against a hard, flat stomach. Trailing them lower, she curled her hand around the front of his leather pants, tugged him forward. \u201cI like it better out here,\u201d she said softly. \u201cIt\u2019s quieter\u2026and I\u2019m already nervous. Besides\u2026\u201d she had to force the breathy little giggle, but it sounded legit enough. \u201cI\u2019ve got a thing for doing it outside.\u201d<\/p>\n

The incubae relaxed as she touched him, giving in to the nature that ruled him. His mouth came down, finding hers easily enough, despite the dark. \u201cDo you, angel?\u201d<\/p>\n

Angel<\/em>\u2014<\/p>\n

She coyly tugged her head aside, guided his mouth to her neck and wiggled around in his arms so that she was facing Silence again.<\/p>\n

Knowing he\u2019d see her, even if she couldn\u2019t see him, she signed,\u00a0Now<\/em>?<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s your move, Vanya. I\u2019m just the backup.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

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