Chapter 2.4 Curse of the Blue-Eyed Kitten # Grimm……. One Week Ago ……Hard to say why I always get a zing during pandemonium every year, but far from home or not, I still feel the unique energy that comes with the parade of a thousand demons.Must be a Fey thing.Still, it’s weird that whenever I’m not on assignment during Harvest Fest, I always find myself drinking in a random public place waiting for something inexplicable to happen.A bottle in, I could really care less about the evil eye the little old Cantonese lady is giving me. In a half devil’s mask, I happily tip my head in a happy internal jig, drinking straight from the bottle I didn’t buy from the floor to ceiling bar she’s eyeing me from.Being plastered is one of the few breaks my brain gets being a genius, and sorry, but no five dollar bottle of swill she’s got is going to do the trick, no matter how high she up-charges for it.Grouchiness aside, I’m a good guy.Or at least I’m trying to be. New lease on life and all tha
Chapter 2.3 Leave It To Lucian # Grimm“I’m so sorry. I just don’t.... I’ve never..... good grief he’s going to have a field day with this.” Eventually, she drops her hands and looks to the ceiling, biting her lower lip in a prayer for patience. Or possibly to be swallowed up by the floor she’s so embarrassed. “Do you... I mean.... can you just sit and ….. not.. just not....”“I’m here to please you, however that happens, but have to admit I’m better with my hands than my mouth.” Not really, but she doesn’t need to know that just yet.The comment makes her wiggle and sputter a bit before moving to the living area to guzzle a drink in one gulp. With her back turned I take in her hourglass figure, toned limbs and the ass of dreams attached to them. I lick my lips not really sure what I want to start with.It’s all damned delicious if I’m being honest.I note the small jolt of her figure, and hook nervous hook of her foot around the opposing ankle. Moving slowly back to her face, to see s
#Grimm“I have been trying to reach you most urgently, Luca. I’m in need of your singular talents this evening.” Ugh, why didn’t I check before I answered it? Lucian Gaines is on that list of the first and last person you want to hear from simultaneously.Considering how things went down, I wonder if he doesn’t have the wrong number. At least I would if the man was capable of making that kind of mistake. He’s not called a robot for nothing. “I’m on assignment,” I clip.“We both know you are in the city and more than capable of making good on our bargain,” Lucian mocks darkly. Confirming I have every right to be paranoid about screwing him over like I did.I’m a fucking idiot. Not handing over everything I had, doesn’t change the fact that I found it. Can’t unsee, undo, or unknow that I rifled through his life with a fine tooth comb. The more I found. The more I fell.People claim that the first rule of spy craft is not falling for your mark. I think that’s ridiculous because it’s inevi
Chapter 2.1 Blue Eyes #GrimmUgh. How am I not dead?Scrubbing my face as I come to on the shore with the sun feeling like a hundred pound hammer securing a chisel in my skull. The spike seemingly inserted behind my eye is hammering away with the tune of my pulse.Letting me know I’m at least still half alive after another rumble and barely successful arrest.Can’t claim or complain that my new assignment is boring, but with how hard I’ve been hitting the bottle, won’t pretend there aren’t days I don’t miss my desk. More like the blue-eyed Titan that eyed me from the other side of it.Ugh, get it out of your head.If I’d just napalmed that bridge like I should have, I wouldn’t be stuck in the in-between like I currently am. Unlike half the A-listers in this city, kink and BDSM was never really my cup to tea.Sure, I had to understand it. Play along with it if I had any chance of getting out of the AF, but end of day, I’m all about organic ‘relations’. Probably why I was so successful a
Xoxo Nyx“I’ll never complain about meeting her, and I know I’m the last person who could give her the life she deserves. I had no right to kiss her like that and even as just a friend, I’d do almost anything to keep her. To make her happy and, but good gracious Dracula it’s a mystery wrapped in an enigma I can’t hope to unravel…..” I feel my eyes widen further, blinking at the man who’s still there listening to this nonsense.“I’m broken, no two ways about it. I don’t know how to accept her generosity knowing that all I could possibly hope to be is an embarrassment. I hate feeling mad or sad or dwelling on things I can’t change. I want to see the best of this world and help people to be happy in it. Happiness is a choice not a circumstance, and it’s the only life I’ll ever have to live, according to Sister Agatha, so I should make the most of it.”“I’ve been given a second chance, so I won’t burden the few people I have left with my own self-pity and doubts. I also can’t and won’t be
Xoxo NyxWhen I continue to stare at him, find some familiarity or even positivity in what he’s telling me, the Count continues. Far less confident and direct than he had at the start of it.“Even if you do not wish romance, I would like to spend more time with you, listen to whatever new tales you may have to regale me with.” His gaze has fallen back to the bar, as if he’s already heard, processed and accepted the rejection I haven’t given verbally.I really don’t want to make him feel bad, but don’t really know how to handle a situation that has zero precedence. “It’s very hard for me to process if not understand situations I don’t have experience with, and I assure you this is a first for me,” the sputter comes out with a long breath and a rise to the heat in my cheeks likely making me look like a cherry.It’s his turn to tilt his head at me, and here we go. Owning Aspie one o one is in session. “Perhaps if you tell me your concerns, I can address them.” The Count suggests not seemi