Accidentally...Evil? by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Accidentally...Evil? by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Author:Mimi Jean Pamfiloff [Mimi Jean Pamfiloff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 9781455547029
Goodreads: 17557575
Publisher: Forever Yours
Published: 2013-01-01T07:00:00+00:00


Chapter 7

Sprawled out on the floor, Chaam’s head lolled from side to side. Maggie was gone. Maggie was gone. Maggie. Was. Gone. And mind-crippling rage was first on the scene. Self-loathing, the second to arrive. And third…

“Found him!” Cimil stood at the bottom of the steps, happy as an evil clam, pointing at Maggie’s father’s lifeless body.

“Fucking hell, Cimil,” he groaned.

“Wow.” She rolled her head and surveyed the room. “Looks like you had quite the shin-diggedy-dig party. Didn’t know bloodbaths were back in fashion. Personally, I’m tired of mud, so yippy! It’s my lucky day!”

She was always so damned evil. And late. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I stopped to have this frock-o-licious ensemble made. And by made, I mean I stole it.” She now wore an elaborately beaded white dress. “My mariachi suit was a loaner, and el Señor Trumpet had a wedding gig. But lucky me, I found this. Boy, did that bride look pissed. Maybe Señor Trumpet will loan her his outfit.” She grinned. “So, you need some help, yes?”

He scraped himself up off the grimy, blood-soaked floor and charged. She moved to the side, away from his open claw, but wasn’t fast enough. He slammed her against the wall. “Fuck you. This is your fault. You were supposed to find Maggie’s father.”

“Yeah. Funny you should mention that,” she grunted. “I actually took a peekee-poo into the future and saw all paths led to this one. No escape.”

He released her. “What are you saying?”

Cimil rubbed her neck. “This was Fate’s plan all along. You were meant to lose Maggie.”

Her words crushed his very soul. “No. This can’t be right. Fate wants me to suffer?”

“Yep! But there are many paths forward potentially ending in your happiness.”

He braced his two arms against the wall next. The air no longer wanted to enter his lungs, but the darkness did. This entire place was saturated with it, and his agony only seemed to amplify the potency. No wonder Maggie’s father had turned evil. But there might still be hope for himself. Maybe. He wanted to fight. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is I can reunite you with your precious mortal.”

Could she? Cimil was known for her deception. That said, she was the Goddess of the Underworld. Her powers were an enigma, even to the gods.

“How?” he asked.

“Simple.” Cimil gyrated her hips.

Un-fucking-believable. “Are you dancing?”

Still circling her hips and staring off into space, she replied, “Uh-uh. I’ve got a Hula Hoop contest tonight. I’m gonna win this time. I can feeeel it!”

Chaam raised his open hand. “I don’t know what a Hula Hoop is, but you’re not winning shit without your head.”

She stopped her strange little dance and then rolled her eyes. “Fine! I will prevent Margaret from crossing over into the eternal light of the universe where she would be recycled—perhaps into a tree or a bullfrog or a chicken potpie. Or a very naughty clown. One never knows. Then we will find a way to reunite the two of you.



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