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

by Nicole Scarano

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

She was all darkness, and he was her light. She dwelled among the demons, but his smile was a gift from the angels.

“Love is scary. Life is scary,” her neighbor continued. “Don’t let your past keep you from a good thing.

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.

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

It was another reason love terrified her. Even if it worked, even if it was beautiful, it might still end in suffering.

“You shouldn’t be here, Detective.” Bel froze as Eamon’s powerful voice echoed through the house, booming off the walls and slicing into her nerves. “You can’t hide from me, Detective. I can smell you.”

“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.”