Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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“So, how are things doing?” Nevaeh asks from the other side of the counter, her elbows propped on the top of it with her head resting in her palms.
It’s been a week since Grimm moved me out of my townhouse and into his place.
And in that time, so much has changed. Some of it feels wonderful, whereas other parts of it really suck.
The very fact that my entire family kept a massive secret from me being one of those.
I can understand for the most part and love them for wanting to protect me as they have, but it doesn’t mean they shouldn’t have told me at some point in my life.
Though Grimm still has his moments of being distant, he’s trying, and I get the reason he does what he does though he doesn’t push me away. Not really, he just seems to have a lot on his mind at times which is what makes him seem distant.
I inwardly shake away the thoughts and smile at Nevaeh. “Things are good. What about with you? How are you liking not working evenings at the restaurant?”
“It’s great. I love having my evenings open to be able to do whatever I want and not on a time crunch.”
I nod, understanding where she’s coming from.
I’d worked part-time in the same restaurant the club owns during high school as a waitress to make money.
I always looked forward to having time off to be able to hang with my friends.
When I worked the weekends, it sucked since all I wanted to do was go out with my friends to parties.
The two of us converse while working and time seems to tick away faster than it ever has before.
Between getting orders ready and customers flowing in and out, it hasn’t been boring, and my mind hasn’t had a chance to doubt or overthink things as I’ve been known to do.
Especially where my relationship with Grimm is concerned.
He’d told me he loved a week ago, and it melted away the walls I’d intended to build up against him.
The chimes of the clock I’d gotten over the weekend start ringing as the time strikes three. Only another two hours until I close up shop, and I’m ready. Mainly because this evening, my parents are keeping Justice, and I get Grimm all to myself.
I make a spur-of-the-moment decision as I squeeze my thighs.
I want more of what we had the other night, where he’d tied me to the bed, blindfolded me, and took his time to demonstrate all the ways he loves me.
I’m pulled from my thoughts by the bell over the door before I can get too deep into them.
I stand and meet Nevaeh’s eyes. “Why don’t you go ahead and go for today?
” I suggest. “I’m thinking since we’re caught up that we’ll close early today. ”
“You sure?” she asks, glancing from me to the customer who’d come in. I follow suit seeing the elderly gentleman who’d been coming into the shop nearly every other day. He’d introduced himself as Mr. Pruitt.
“I’m sure.” I nod and go to greet Mr. Pruitt. “Are you looking at getting your usual order, Mr. Pruitt?” I ask and wave to Nevaeh as she leaves.
“Ahh, yes,” he says, his eyes wrinkling at the sides. “My love does enjoy receiving the flowers you put together.” The way he says ‘my love’ sends a chill down my spine. Not because he used those words but how they came across.
Nodding, I step away. “I’ll go ahead and get that order together for you.”
“Thank you, my dear.” He smiles, but this time, it’s not the same. Something overcomes his features.
I make my way over to the counter and reach for my phone. I barely get it unlocked before strong hands grip me from behind.
I jerk my head around, and my eyes widen at seeing a man I’ve seen on more than one occasion. I didn’t know the guy, but he always turns up in the same places as me.
“It’s time to cleanse you, my love,” he says and jerks his chin. “Lock the door and turn the lights out. We’re doing this here. I’m not wasting time.”
“As you wish, my Lord.” Mr. Pruitt bows his head and does as he’s told.
“Let me go.” I jerk against the guy’s hold and do my best to fight against him.
“I will let you go when I’m ready to do so.” He laughs, bringing one hand up to caress the side of my face. “You’ve ruined yourself, my love, and now Mr. Pruitt and I must cleanse you of the filth you’ve allowed to taint what belongs to me and our Dark Lord.”
“I don’t belong to anyone.” I yank again at the hold he has on me, but he’s too strong.
Suddenly I feel something piercing my neck and let out a sharp cry as everything goes blurry.
This is not good.
I come to slowly and am unable to focus on anything as I fight off the thick fog still lingering in my mind.
I open my eyes enough to see that I’m still in the flower shop, but all the blinds have been pulled, and the lights are turned off.
Candles are the only thing to light the area surrounding me.
It takes me a moment to gather my bearings, only to realize I’m wearing nothing, and my arms and legs are stretched wide and bound to something. I don’t know what, though.
“Ahh good, you’re awake,” Mr. Pruitt says, stepping in front of me. “My Lord will be ready for you in a moment, but first, we must prepare you.”
“Prepare me for what?” I croak, a knot of fear threatening to choke me.
“For you to take your place at his side. As the last of the Chosen, the true bride of the Dark Lord, you are to be cleansed and placed on the altar where you belong. It is by your blood the Dark Lord will join with his vessel.”
Oh my God. This guy is delusional. Truly sick in the head.
“It is time.” The man I didn’t know the name of stepped forward, forcing Mr. Pruitt to the side. He holds a hand out to Mr. Pruitt, who hands him a wicked-looking blade with all sorts of designs forged into the sides.
He steps into my space and runs the tip of the blade against my skin. If I wasn’t tied up, I’d be shaking from the fear coursing through my veins in this moment.
I open my mouth to plead for him to let me go, but he and Mr. Pruitt start chanting. I dart my gaze between the two men and feel my heart thud hard and fast. So much so, I thought it’d rip right through my chest.
Mr. Pruitt comes even closer and pours something over my head.
It’s warm, and it only takes me a moment to figure out it’s blood that he’s pouring.
As he steps away, still chanting, the man directly in front of me pulls the knife away, only to slice it deeply against my skin.
Not just once but five times. All in different areas along my chest and stomach.
Tears prick at my eyes, and I scream out in tormented anguish. I can only pray to survive what’s to come and have hope that, by some chance, someone saves me before it’s too late.