The Exorcism of Faeries (Morbid Realities, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

Moving a corpse in the rain is such fussy, slippery business.

“I’m vintage, darling.”

“I showed up at your house in the middle of the night crying, with boxes, and you’re not the slightest bit curious?” He rotated his glass, the amber liquid swirling. “Of course I’m curious, but you’ll tell me when you’re ready. I’m not one to pry.”

“I’ll wait all night if it means you’ll stay.”

kneeling in front of her for the second time that night. “Should I tell you then that I can’t stop thinking about you? That I haven’t thought of another woman since the first moment I saw you outside Achilles House with a corpse you’d cut open yourself?” He took her chin in his fingers. “Or how I have never thought of a woman the way I think of you?” He kissed her gently on the lips. “How I thought I was destined to be alone, but it turns out I was starving all these years, waiting for you?”

“I’m at your command, darling.”

“You’ve tangled yourself up in my soul like a vine, a stór.”