Grim and Bear It (Stay a Spell, #6)

by Juliette Cross

He glanced down at my knee, but I didn’t move an inch. He needed to get used to me touching him.

Real af

I had so many questions. How can ghosts hear him? What happens to him when he goes into the netherworld? Why does it hurt? How does it hurt? Who hurt him, and can I hurt them back?

“I’m no Prince Charming.” He clamped his jaw as if trying not to say something, but he did anyway, his face dropping an inch closer to mine. “But if your Prince Charming ever did come, Clara, I’d have to fucking kill him.”

I’d worked on reducing my gag reflex this past year, preparing for Henry.

dedication

Clara had told me once that my aura was purple.

I thought she couldn't see his aura

“What is this?” snapped Violet. “The pregnancy edition of Oprah? You get a baby, and you get a baby, and you get a baby.”

He looked terrible. His hair stuck up everywhere from being slept on and not washed recently. His jaw was unshaven and scruffy. His sweatpants were a little tight. Okay, maybe he didn’t look all that terrible.

“You got take-out last night?” “No, I cooked.” “Without me?” That got me my first real smile since I’d walked in. “You were spending the night with your sisters. I still eat meals when you’re not with me, Clara.”

“See any you want?” he asked over my shoulder. “All of them.” He laughed. “I’ll get all of them if you want them.”

When is it my turn

Tonight, it’s,” he looked at his smart watch, “sixty-eight. And there’s a slight breeze.” He glanced around for the offending wind. “In your own imagination.”