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“The most beautiful city in the world,” he added.
“I’m afraid it’s a bit tainted for me now.” I awkwardly reached my clawed wings forward to see how fast I could move. Not fast at all. Snails might easily beat me in a race. “Oh, this sucks. This sucks so bad.”
“I need Damon dead,” Grimm told me. “As long as he walks the earth, no matter what body he occupies, I will not have peace. And I want peace. I want heaps of peace.”
“Despite my unexpectedly extreme makeover, I’m still not a murderer,” I gritted out. I’d moved an entire foot and was now completely exhausted. “What I am, is highly motivated to stop Alicia from jettisoning her evil boyfriend across the ocean and straight into my husband’s body.”
He nodded. “Then you need to return to where you came from.”
I waited for him to continue. When he didn’t, I shot him a dark look. “I’m currently open to suggestions.”
“You have wings? Perhaps you can”—he flapped his arms—“fly?”
“Great. Let me just reset everything I’ve ever known in my entire life and take flight as a winged rodent.” I rested my furry cheek against the grass and sighed. “Even if I could figure out how to fly, Assjacket is thousands of miles away. Oh, my God. Okay, I need to think. I can figure this out. I need to poof back as soon as possible. Clearly, I won’t be taking Air Alicia, so I need another willing witch with that level of power. Do you know anybody who might be willing to help me out?”
Grimm pondered this for a few moments. A squirrel ran past me and glanced in my direction before it seemed to frown and then scurried away.
Shit. I was seriously acting like roadkill here. I had to pull it together. I pushed hard on the tips of the wings and managed to hoist myself up a bit so I could keep an eye on the ghost.
“Yes. I think I know someone!” Grimm exclaimed after another tense minute. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Wait, where are you—?” But he was already gone, leaving me in this little park, with the sound of the river nearby, the cool October breeze blowing on my bat-face. Through a couple of trees, I could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance. I focused on it and tried very hard not to give in to my rising panic. My panic had already hit the summit of the Himalayas but seemed to be heading a few hundred more floors upward.
The pounding of large feet shook me as a group of people streamed past, taking photos and laughing. I scrambled backward in the shadows of dusk, like a tiny Nosferatu exposed to the sunlight, not wanting to be seen. I clung to the tree trunk where I’d woken up, trying to come up with some sort of feasible plan. I breathed in through my bat nostrils and breathed out through my bat mouth.
A fly zipped past me and my gaze shot directly to it. All the muscles in my body tensed. And, disconcertingly, my stomach growled.
Apparently, I had an appetite for delicious insects now. I would try to resist, thanks so much.
After a small eternity passed, and the sun nose-dived toward the horizon, Grimm returned with a pretty redheaded woman wearing a dark blue coat.
“Sarah?” he called out. “Are you still, um, alive?”
“So far, so good,” I replied, crawling out of my hiding spot.
The ghost peered down at me. “Excellent. True to my word, I found someone who might be able to help.”
“Might?” I yelped.
The woman braced her hands on her knees and gazed down at me. “Oh, a little talking chauve-souris,” she said in a thick French accent.
“Sarah, this is Monique,” Grimm said. “Monique, this is Sarah.”
“How cute and also terribly pathetic this Sarah creature is.” Monique nodded, smiling. “Thank you for showing me, mon petit fantôme. Now, let’s move on to other adventures, oui?”
When she turned away dismissively, my outrage gave me the strength to rise up and flap my leathery wings. “Excuse me?” I said as loudly as I could. “I need help here. Do you understand?”
She turned toward me, raising a brow, her gaze cast downward at the ground where I flopped about. “What is this about, Grimm? I thought you only wanted to go for a walk and discuss your painful situation, of which I can be of no help, alas. But you already know that.”
Grimm’s shoulders slumped. “I know. But I thought you would be particularly interested in the fate of Sarah here. She has been bespelled by Damon himself only a short time ago.”
She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes widening. “My truest love, Damon. How desperately I miss him.”
“You brought me another of Damon’s devoted girlfriends?” I asked, annoyed. “Yeah, that’s going to help.”
“Devoted, oui,” Monique whispered. “Girlfriend, non. I will always love him, but fate has succeeded in tragically keeping us apart. Perhaps, in the next life, we will find each other again.” She gazed down at me dreamily. “Do you want me to tell you the history of our love, mapetite chauve-souris? It is a fascinating story, full of twists and turns and drama, unlike anything you’ve ever heard before.”
“I’m…absolutely sure it is,” I squeaked, my chest tight. “But I’m on a bit of a time crunch here, so I’m going to have to pass. Sorry.”
