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I have no words.
What is even happening right now?
As Brad dangles from the ceiling, Grim crosses his arms over his massive chest and stares, almost as if he’s studying him.
And that’s when the puzzle pieces start to click together. I step closer to Grim and gently touch his back.
“What’re you gonna do?”
CHAPTER37
GRIM
What’re you gonna do?
I’ve never wanted to ignore a question more than I do right now. But that’s an impossibility. I wanted her in the Confessional with me for a reason. Violet is my ol’ lady and deserves to see and know all parts of me, no matter how dark and deranged.
“I’m going to do what I do best.”
I grin in Brad’s direction and almost burst into laughter at the way he swings from the ceiling. Violet grabs my arm and pulls me to the side of the room. Her new injuries are glaring under the harsh light in the room, and it’s all I can do not to pick up my ax and chop Brad’s head off.
But first things first.
“I’m gonna need you to translate for me, Sprite,” I sign. “Can you do that?”
She glances over her shoulder at her ex-fiancé, and I follow her gaze. He’s clearly screaming something because his mouth is moving, and his face is red from more than just blood.
When she faces me again, her lavender eyes are dark, reminding me of the hazy swirl of an imperfect amethyst. Nothing about Violet is imperfect though. From the hair on her head to the tips of her toes, she’s everything I could ever need and want in a tight little package of perfection.
“Violet, can you do that?” I ask again when she doesn’t reply. Hesitantly, she nods, and I slide a finger across her cheek before continuing. “It’ll be okay, I promise. The Grim Reaper just needs to play a little.”
“He’s begging you to not do this,” she tells me. “Screaming for you to stop.”
I grin, and wicked joy curls through me. “I know.”
“How?”
I shrug. “They all beg for mercy. Every last piece of shit I purge begs until they can’t beg anymore.”
“Oh.”
Doubt begins to creep in. Maybe I shouldn’t make her watch this. Maybe it’s better if she doesn’t know the real me.
No. If she’s gonna spend the rest of her life loving you, she needs to know the real you.
I stalk closer to my prey, and Violet follows.
Then, I begin.
“Do you know why you’re here?” I sign, and her lips move as she reiterates my words to Brad.
“No.”
I arch a brow. “Seriously? I didn’t think you were that goddamn stupid.”
Brad’s arms strain above his head, and he tries to swing his legs out to kick me. I expect him to put up a bit of a fight, but what I don’t expect is my wife to step between us and take the kick herself.
I grab her arms and move her to the side before spinning her around to face me. “What the hell are you doing?”
