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The thing about grims was that our inner demons weren’t simply psychological struggles or conflicting emotions. They were sentient creatures, given life by our ancestral curse. Not just dark magic, but black magic. Blood magic. It was sealed to our souls by our twisted, malevolent forefather and the things he’d done. The unbreakable spell he’d cast.

Are you the Spiderman? — I asked, our breaths mingling, mouths inches apart.

No, Lavinia — he shook his head then dipped closer to me. I was sure he would kiss me, but he skimmed his nose along my jaw until his lips brushed my ear — You are — he grated, biting my lobe — And I’m so fucking caught in your web.

Also, loquacious? — I arched a brow — Trying to impress me with your big vocabulary?

Since you’re unwilling to check out my big co*k, I thought it second best.

We may be rivals, Lavinia. But it doesn’t make me want to fuck your brains out any less.

Without looking back at me, he rumbled low — She makes it all better.

If I got angry every time a man was condescending to me with sweetie, honey, baby, or any number of belittling names to knock a woman down a peg, I’d be nothing but a ball of rage. Now let’s get back to business.

First, men who treated women this way were pigs and should be taken to slaughter. And second, she was more bewitching than I ever realized.

During sex — he said in that low, deep baritone of his, leaning close and giving me a whiff of his clean, masculine scent — being in control is the only way I get off.