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

staring upward at her chin…and over the enticing swell of her breasts, the flat plane of her belly, long legs…
    Breaking the connection with Krell, Luc placed himself once more back into the darkness, he said, “Tell me, Snow White, were you chased by a woodsman? Threatened by a wicked stepmother?”
    Sina laughed. Then she turned away. He felt the passage of air against him, the slight lessening of her presence.
    “Trust me, Luc…I was the threat during my mortal years. It wasn’t some foolish, yet noble woodsman, it wasn’t a selfish or vain stepmother. I was the villain of my story.”
    Something brushed against his mind and then he felt a whisper deep inside. And if you do not believe that…simply take a peek inside my memories…and see it for yourself.
    She didn’t wait for him to look.
    She showed him just a glimpse…only long enough for him to see the blood dripping from her fingers. Only long enough for him to hear the screams as they bounced off arched walls of stone.
    Then she pulled her mind from his.
    Luc staggered. Krell pressed his solid, sturdy body against his leg and Luc reached down, steadied himself against the big dog’s weight. Sina had left.
    Sucking in a breath of air, he fought to clear that image from his mind.
    But he couldn’t.
    It was there, etched upon the surface of his mind.
    Because Sina had wanted it there. She hadn’t wanted him to forget.
    Will, what have you gotten me into?

Chapter Three
    He stirred.
    The darkness. The blackness. It was still there.
    That did not concern him.
    There was evil, though…and that drew him. Cloying and thick, an old, familiar stink, something he had sought time and again. But he had yet to succeed at finding it.
    As he pulled himself back into the world, he searched for it. Scowled when he found it. Nothing had changed. He still couldn’t reach it.
    Even as he was ready to retreat, though, he stilled.
    Something new. Something different.
    Something…other…calling to him.
     
     
    “What have you gotten us into?”
    Natasha Curry ignored the men and women behind her as she shoved her hood back and studied the towering monstrosity of a house.
    She was here, damn it.
    Here, at the home her ancestors had once owned. It was derelict now, in danger of being torn down because nobody would stay there. People would buy it, thinking to renovate it. Then they’d leave. Sometimes in the dead of night, leaving their belongings and everything behind.
    Eight years ago, one group had bought it thinking to set up a boutique hotel that catered to those who liked spooks and haunts. Even they hadn’t stayed.
    Walls that bled.
    An old woman wailing.
    Screaming.
    Mocking laughter.
    Cold spots.
    Hot spots.
    Whispers of death and despair.
    Maniacal laughter.
    Even the locals avoided this place.
    Getting here had taken just about every penny she had and she’d all but lied through her teeth, promising she knew how to fix things.
    Well, she didn’t know how . She just had a way of doing it. Fixing things. With unsettled places, as her mom had called it. And this already felt like the most unsettled place ever.
    It would have to stay that way for a little while, because first they needed proof.
    She needed proof. Proof of the stories here. Proof of the secrets.
    One story, one secret in particular.
    For years she’d felt drawn here, ever since she’d uncovered that album in her mom’s room, all the clippings about this place, and the stories her mom had told.
    She was going to find what it was that had haunted her ancestor, an aunt many generations back, but somebody who sounded like she had maybe been a little…off. Like Natasha was. She felt a weird kinship with the old woman, something she couldn’t quite explain and that was why she was here.
    To find out about her aunt Despoina. What happened to her, why she died, why a pall had fallen on her family ever since, why this house seemed to be cursed…
    There was a low, eerie sound, like leaves skittering