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

by Nicole Scarano

“The killer knew how tall, how heavy and wide Lumen was. They also encased him in some of the most beautiful furniture I have ever seen, a piece Brett Lumen himself would strive to produce. A furniture designer entombed in the works he loved most.”

“The statue is a rosebush, and that’s not his heart. Those are rose petals.”

Death was a cruel and intoxicating master, enslaving not only its victims but also the living caught in its wake.

Chocolate was healthy for the soul, after all.

Brett Lumen had been carved into a chandelier, turned into the furniture he cherished. Emily had been shaped into a spoon to stir the life-sized mug of coffee, becoming one with the liquid she claimed flowed through her veins instead of blood.

“Detective Emerson?” She should ignore him. She shouldn’t respond, but his orbit was impossible to escape, to resist, and Bel turned to face his hell black eyes. “Be careful.” He smirked, showing off those beautifully sharp teeth. “You never know what kind of predators are out here.”

“But I can assure you, Detective, I may be evil, but I am not the evil you’re hunting.”

“You’re a part of me now, and I will always be able to sense you. I can no more leave you than I could stop the sun from rising. No matter how far you flee, I will feel you. I cannot abandon you to suffer this life’s dangers. You are mine to protect.”