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So does Grimm.
Grimm gets up, his glorious body full on display. “I’ll be right there. I need to grab something first.”
I watch secretly from the stairs as he moves toward the front door and rips down the mistletoe, which he then throws into the fire. It slowly burns up, but Grimm doesn’t move to leave the fireplace; he just stands there until the little green piece that served as our first reason to kiss turns into nothing more than ash and dust.
And just like that, I’m no longer just smitten. No longer just falling.
One day in and I’m already in love.
Epilogue
Grimm
“You coming?” Morgan shouts from upstairs. “The water is perfect.”
“I will be right up.”
The mistletoe has long since been destroyed, but I waste no effort to ensure that it has been completely eliminated from this plane of existence.
Enthralled by the way the fire consumes everything, I am reminded of the way that Morgan has consumed me. She has reaped my heart. She has made me feel alive.
I am not the same Grim Reaper who came to collect her this morning, of that I am certain, but where does that leave me? Us?
Her time is close. I can feel it. I have pushed it off as long as I could, but even I do not have the power to make her live forever. I do not even have the power to make her live seven full days, as per our agreement, let alone until seventy-nine, as she dearly desires.
I have broken our arrangement and it eats away at me slowly.
THUD!
Something loud crashes on the second floor.
“Morgan?!” I race up the stairs, my heart pounding as if I were alive and truly human, a remarkable thing really when before today it had never beat before.
A true testament to the transformation that Morgan has put me through.
As I reach the top of the last step, my heart stops.
There, twisted and limp on the floor of the bathroom, my little human lies dead. She must have slipped. It was bound to happen. No amount of pleading, bargaining, or anything else would have stopped it or changed it.
“What theHELL?!” A voice behind me has me whirling around.
“Morgan,” I coo her name gently, ushering her to leave the bathroom, but this human is feisty and, if memory serves, fickle.
She feared death when she was alive, and now that she is dead, she charges past me as if unafraid.
“Am I dead?”
She lifts her lifeless arm, but as a newly deceased soul, her power is weak. The limb falls, gravity pulling it back down as she does not have the strength to change much in the mortal realm.
“God, I look terrible! You could have at least warned me, Grimm. I would have taken you up on that offer for another round if I knew I was gonna kick the bucket upstairs right after.”
I pull her into my arms. “We can still have sex.”
“But I’m all gross! I feel gross. I want a shower!”
“You can’t use this shower. It won’t do anything for you. You are but an apparition in the mortal realm now, Morgan. You were lucky that you were able to move your… corpse as you did.”
“This is bullcrap, you know.”
