Autopsy of a Fairytale (Autopsy of a Fairytale, #1)

by Nicole Scarano

“You shouldn’t be able to resist her blood!” Alcina stood, cradling her broken wrist, but Eamon was faster, his fist around her neck as he lifted her off the ground. “You shouldn’t be able to defy me.”

“Any witch worth her salt keeps healing potions on hand.” Eamon’s voice rumbled through his ribcage, vibrating her back with its roughness.

“To explain her motive, I first must confess something unforgivable.”

“What I am… it is evil. Hunger. Death. It craves the darkness. It thirsts for blood. We are few, and I? I am unmatched.

she cursed me.

eter...

I would have no choice bu...

“The ritual requires a sacrifice to seal the curse,”

but fate chose you, and her magic trapped you.

“You are the only person I cannot kill. I refuse to. The more I drank, the sweeter you tasted.

You wouldn’t understand, but I recognized something in your blood.

“I learned you liked to read, and I paid a witch to bless this. It offers protection, and then I left it in your hospital room. I vowed to stay away from you after that.

“I know,” Eamon rumbled. “And promise me you never will. The witch who blessed it isn’t the most powerful, but there’s protection in her magic.”

I never intended to move to Bajka, but I received word of an odd power here.

Only in her own body could I locate her,

“You’ve been protecting me this whole time?”

This man had tried to murder her twice, yet he was holding her like she was his entire world, his beloved beauty.

“Breathe,” he ordered, and instinctively, she obeyed. “Good girl.” He guided her breaths until she calmed.

“There’s a reason I don’t allow my photo to be taken.” Eamon stepped closer, and Bel hated how the air burned electric between them.

It’s difficult to explain why I don’t age, especially when there’s recorded proof.

“Ask the world, and it’s yours.” Eamon’s lips twitched in a smirk.

Yes, give me a man like this