Page 97 of Grim's Hell


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“I won’t let him hurt you.”

“Ah, Sprite. It’s my job to protect you, not the other way around.”

“And it’s my job to be your equal partner.” She smirks. “It’s that or nothing, Grim. Take it or leave it.”

Well, damn.

I press a kiss to her lips. “I’ll take it. But in here, I’m in charge. Not because you can’t handle it or take care of yourself but because that’s the rule. This is my domain, my kingdom. Understood?”

She doesn’t respond right away, but when she does, her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Understood.”

Violet might be a preacher’s daughter, but there’s more darkness in her than she realizes. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives teasing and tempting it out of her.

I return my focus to Brad, confident she’ll continue to interpret.

“Do that again, and I’ll drag this out until you’re pleading for death.” I’m going to do that anyway, but he doesn’t know that. “Now, let’s get down to business.”

I stride over to the wall and lift one of my many axes. I walk back to them and press the blade against Brad’s cheek to slice it open.

“You tried to take my wife from me.”

“She was mine first.”

Violet’s eyes narrow with indignation. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

“You belong to me,” Brad insists.

I swing the back of the ax blade into his kneecap, fed up with his possessive nature. His head falls back, and his mouth opens as he no doubt howls in agony.

“Violet is wearing my ring. She married me. End of story.”

I give him a moment to collect himself, needing him to be fully aware of what’s going on. I won’t be able to enjoy it otherwise.

“What were you hoping to gain by blackmailing her parents?” I ask.

Brad licks his lips with a smirk. “Now who’s the dumb fuck?”

“Answer me.”

“The same thing you got by marrying her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Money. I get all the money and power I want if I attach myself to her and that godforsaken church. Not that I’m all that upset about getting the gorgeous, dutiful Simpson daughter.” He tilts his head until it’s resting on his stretched arm. “And George and Diane made things so easy, what with already being corrupt and all.”

Before I can respond, Violet lunges at him. I reach out and grab her by the waist to swing her away. She struggles against me, rage and adrenaline dulling her aches and pains. After several moments, she ceases, and I let her go.

“You can’t be doing that, Sprite. Your soul doesn’t get to be tainted like mine.”

“There is nothing tainted about you,” she insists.

“You’re wrong, but I appreciate the thought.”

“I’m not…”

Violet lowers her arms and slowly turns to face Brad. I dart my eyes back and forth between them as they shout at each other. I don’t catch what they’re saying until she lifts her hands again.

“What did you just say, you gluttonous piece of crap?”

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