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Mirror, mirror on the wall…who’s the baddest of them all?

Myrsina knows the stories. As one of the oldest of the Grimm, she had a hand in writing most of them, but only she knows the dark origin of the Seven Bloody Sisters. It springs from the place of her birth—and her death. A place of pain and misery to which she plans to never return. Unless forced.

When Luc appears on her doorstep, her heart twists with suppressed longing for the man who can never be hers. The only man who can make her do the impossible—go home.

Luc may be blind, but through their unique, bittersweet connection, even he can see that the task laid before them is ripping Sina’s soul apart. This time, it isn’t as simple as fighting a demon that has escaped from the netherplains.

Sina must go back in time—to that cursed ground—and right a wrong that she unknowingly brought about. To write a new ending to a story that may give them both a chance at happily ever after. Assuming they survive.

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The wave of red he felt in his mind stunned him for a second.

It was anger.

Luc knew anger.

Had lived with it with Perci for years, although it hadn’t ever been directed at him.

But he was no stranger to it.

Feeling it come from Sina was something of a shock, because to his knowledge, he hadn’t ever done anything that might anger her that much—had he?

The wave shuddered…and like one crashing against the sand, it broke. Over in the distance, he could feel another wave gathering, rising, rushing to the shore, but under it, he felt something else.

Under his hand, her skin felt smooth. It was odd that he noticed it then. As his mind was trying to understand that puzzle of her, he couldn’t help but notice how insanely soft, how impossibly smooth her skin was. And she smelled incredible.

“Let me go, Luc.” Her voice was husky, rough. She jerked against his hold and reflexively, he jerked back.

She tumbled against his chest and he lifted a hand, rested it on her hip.

He’d lost his mind.
It was the only thing that made sense.
Nobody in his right mind would touch Sina if she didn’t want to be touched—

There—

The puzzle pieces clicked into place and all of a sudden, he saw it.

Saw what he hadn’t seen and understood what it was under the wave of anger. Anger…yes. Mostly at herself. Frustration…

Hunger—

His brain clicked off.

“Damn it, are you not hearing me?” Sina demanded, her voice rising. “Let me go.”

He opened his mouth. The words came out of their volition, he’d swear it. Because he wasn’t so crazy he’d challenge her like that…was he? “And if I don’t?”

He felt her tense against him.

It had been centuries since he’d lost his sight.

He couldn’t remember missing it more than he did at that moment.

“Luc…”

He fisted his hand in the material of the shirt she wore—it was cotton, he thought, soft and warm from being against her skin. Maybe he’d like to peel it away from her. And—

Her mouth covered his.

Her hands pushed into his hair and she jerked him close.

That raw, blind hunger he’d sensed inside her exploded…and he thought it just might consume them both.

In that moment…he didn’t fucking care.

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**curious about the ‘Snow White’ inspiration behind Sina?  Check out the Myrtle.  It’s one of a number of ‘Snow White’ tales.