Blind Destiny: Grimm's Circle, Book 7 [retail mobi] Read Online Free Page A

hole in the earth. Stranger things had happened, after all. I was living proof. I’d stabbed myself in the belly and instead of rotting in hell, I was still here.
    “Greece,” I whispered. “I assume I’m to go to Greece with you.”
    “Yes. And we have to go to wherever this legend was born. You need to tell me more about it, Sina. There’s more to it than what you’ve said.”
    As he came around and settled down at my side, unerringly sitting so that he was just a few breaths away, I gazed at him. So perfect. So patient. So not for me. I hated that. Why couldn’t he be for me?
    “Sina.”
    “Yes?”
    “What aren’t you telling me?”
    “Hmmm.” Shifting my gaze away from him, I focused my attention back on the glass. “Oh, I’ve told you everything I can about how the legend came to be. The old woman was born in 1749, died in 1829. I damaged her mind 1804 and she had a quarter of a century to spin tales about whatever she thought she knew. That’s about it for the legend, Luc. Truly. There were no sisters there, Luc. Just an old madwoman.”
    He didn’t believe me.
    I didn’t care.
    There hadn’t been seven bloody sisters.
    There had been wives. Eight of them. Seven of them had been terribly cruel, while one of them had been terribly mad.
    I had to go back there.
    Back to hell.
    Back to the place where I had died.
    To the place where I’d been reborn.
    Back to the place where I’d killed seven women. Where they’d tormented me. Tortured me. Where they’d killed my unborn child…and nearly me.
    I supposed there were a few other things I might be less inclined to do. Telling Luc how I felt about him, perhaps. That, and going back to my mortal life—miserable, unhappy years that they had been.
    Other than that, I couldn’t think of anything that appealed to me less.
     
     
    “What in the world are you wearing on the back of your jacket?” Luc asked, peering through Krell’s eyes and trying to make sense of the odd-looking little man.
    Sina craned her head around, as though trying to see her back. Then she laughed abruptly. “Oh, that’s Grumpy. He’s my favorite.”
    Grumpy…? Luc frowned. Well, the man did look rather cranky and if Luc looked that way, he’d be rather cranky as well, but that still didn’t explain why Sina was wearing it…wait.
    Something trickled through his memory and he managed to snag it, pull it to the front. Seven little men— “You’re wearing one of the seven dwarves,” he said slowly. “On the back of your jacket.”
    “Yes, what of it?”
    Through Krell’s eyes, he studied her and abruptly, he had the answer. He couldn’t see the colors of her face clearly…dogs weren’t truly color blind, but they didn’t see colors quite as clearly as mortals did. So he couldn’t see if she had lips as red as blood. She was pale, though. And her hair was dark, but was it black as pitch?
    “Tell me,” he said. “Do you have lips as red as blood or was that poetic license on your part?”
    Sina smiled at him, and while those lips may or may not be as red as blood, they were rather full and Luc felt the punch of lust hit him low in the belly. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, but it was unwelcome. Shielding his mind, his thoughts, his everything against her, he continued to wait as she sauntered toward him. “Well, Luc…you can see me; can’t you tell?”
    There was a challenging look on her face.
    Almost anybody who knew Sina would understand that look.
    It was a look that said, Don’t ask…forget whatever you think you know .
    “You sit in here and watch Snow White and the Seven Dwarves ,” Luc murmured. “You wear one of those silly little cartoon characters on the back of your jacket. So many of us try to distance ourselves from those silly stories you fabricated. But you seem to embrace it.”
    “Do I?”
    Sina continued to watch him. He was no longer able to see her face now. Krell was sitting at his side, giving him the disconcerting view of