Furious Fire: Grimm's Circle, Book 8 Read Online Free

could see was Sawyer.
    Fire exploded around him and then there was the familiar, booming sound of a gunshot.
    A woman screamed.
    It was not Sina, that strange woman, though.
    She was cursing, long and loud, and then she was running, tearing forward with a speed that befuddled Finn.
    Or it would have, if he hadn’t found himself mesmerized by the dancing flames.
    That odd, metallic scent.
    Turning his head, he found himself staring through the flames.
    Fire. Where had the fire…?
    Then he lunged for the pale, still form on the floor.

Chapter Two
    Finn didn’t even remember leaving the riverbank.
    He stood at the edge of the churchyard.
    The church had burned to the ground. Will had kept it from spreading but he hadn’t been able to save the church.
    Then he’d blasted his way into Finn’s head and bound his ability for a decade.
    The pyrokinesis was apparently too volatile to be left in the hands of somebody spiraling through grief and rage. A newly made angel at that. Although why Finn had come into this life with such a deadly ability, he didn’t know.
    He was still trying to understand why he’d come into this life at all.
    Brooding, he stared at the rotting remains of the church. A new one had been built. Twice.
    It had burnt down twice more.
    Once after lightning struck it in 1892 and then again in 1928 after a lantern was knocked over. Apparently they gave up then. “Three times a charm.” Staring at the few timbers that hadn’t yet given into the elements, he looked at Will. “You’re telling me that he had a demon in him all that time. We were best friends. We did everything together—he was a good man. Once. I don’t…”
    He stopped and lifted his gaze to the sky, staring at it through the crisscrossing branches of the tree.
    “It’s an easy enough answer. You felt it yourself when you saw your Rebecca standing next to him. Jealousy. He wanted what you had. He loved her, just as you did. But she loved you. The demonic can work that. You know it as well as I do.”
    Finn closed his eyes against the knowledge that burned in him. “And it had him—had her for two years?”
    “No.” Will’s voice was a cool slap against the burning fury that started to spiral out of control.
    Finn shot to his feet but when he would have started to move, Will caught his arm.
    “He knew, almost right away, that he’d made a mistake. He fought it—as hard as he could, for as long as he could. But once you open that door and it comes inside, once you let it gain control…” Will looked away.
    “It was too late then.” Bitterness twisted him. Two years. He’d left his woman alone with a monster for two years. No wonder Will hadn’t told him.
    “That monster didn’t get the better of him until the final few months—not when it came to her.”
    Finn swore. “Stay out of my head.” He yanked on the leather cord around his neck. He’d been wearing it when he woke up after Becky’s funeral and Will had told him just what sort of life he’d fallen into. The pendant was etched with upswept wings and when the Grimm looked, it bore words from a language long dead.
    Under Finn’s touch, it pulsed, then warmed. Even that irritated him, this connection to a life he hated. He ripped it off and for one moment, he thought about hurling it back at the other man. But something stopped him. Instead of throwing it, and his life, away, he snarled, “This—wearing it—accepting this life, doesn’t mean I want you prying inside my head. Let me have my thoughts. They are all I have, okay?”
    Will inclined his head. “If you wish. But would you really prefer to live the rest of your life believing that your friend spent two years tormenting her? Or would you have the truth of it?”
    “Sometimes,” Finn said quietly, “I really hate you.”
    “So is that a yes?”
    Will didn’t blink as he found himself staring down the barrel of a Colt M1877.
    Finn had to admire that. Of course, Will could take that gun, melt it