A Witch and a Fish (The Grimm Files Book 3) by Selene Charles

Author:Selene Charles [Charles, Selene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SeleneCharlesPublishing
Published: 2019-09-08T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Elle

He’d been right, of course. We were the only ones in this part of the gardens. Everyone was packed like sardines into the spot where Aquata had been found, hoping to chance a glance at her spirit one last time.

It wasn’t because they cared for her or even liked her a little bit. It was mostly for sport. Death brought out the worst in people, even sirens. We liked to believe ourselves so superior to the leggers above us, but I’d seen enough of the hearts of men to know that no matter the species, deep down, we were all the same heartless, careless fecks as all the rest of them.

The sea moon was nearly at its zenith. I sniffed and rubbed my arms.

“You ready?” Crowley asked.

I stared at him. He was dressed in the ceremonial garb of the dead. In the above, black was the color of death, but in the below, it was a blue so deep that it was nearly violet.

His hair was brushed back. He looked different tonight—I couldn’t quite place how, but he looked, I don’t know, lame as it sounded, relaxed and contented. We were at a funeral, for the gods sakes, and yet Crowley seemed more at ease than usual.

“Do I even want to know why you look so happy about all of this?” I didn’t mean for my words to sound bitter.

“You think I’m happy?”

“You’re acting funny.”

He frowned and scrubbed a hand down his jaw. “Fuck me, Elle. I’m growling, and you say I have problems. I try to be on my best behavior, and you still find fault with me. How about maybe I’m trying to put whatever shit aside for the sake of your feelings right now? How ’bout that?”

I swallowed hard. I didn’t play well with others and never really had, apart from Hook, and even he had been on the wrong end of one of my legendary temper tantrums from time to time.

Even Hatter had had a rough go of it with me in the beginning. I thought of our countless spats and realized that I still gave him a hard time about a lot of things. I was raised in a world where trusting anyone was a bad idea, where court intrigue could literally get one killed. Only the strongest survived.

But he was a shifter, a wolf. Their tempers were far from tame. I’d been around packs before. Their familial dynamic could be just as screwed up as my own had been.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Gods, you fucking fish are gorgeous, but you give me damned headaches. The lot of you.” He growled as he rubbed at his temples.

Licking my front teeth, I glanced to the side. Already, I could sense the urgency in the air, the heightening of ancestral magick. One of our fallen would soon return to us.

I wasn’t good at apologies, and I wasn’t even sure that one was warranted. Maybe it was—I wasn’t sure. But I did know this: at the bare minimum, I could call a cease fire.

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