Runes #03 - Grimnirs Read Online Free PDF Page A

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    I clicked on the next vlog entry, then the next one, my stomach churning. They’d been posted every week I’d been away. Had I sneaked into the doctor’s office and used his computer while in a drug-induced haze?
    I re-watched the first video, studying my body language and clothes. I didn’t act drugged, and the pink silk shirt was mine. I didn’t remember taking it with me to the hospital. I jumped up and checked my closet. The shirt was there along with the dresses and jackets I wore on the other videos. Another thing caught my attention. The background in each video was the same. I’d taped all of them here in my bedroom.
    “Are you editing another video or do you just like watching yourself?” a familiar voice mocked from behind me.
    My heart tripped then started to pound. The reaper from the store was in my house. In my bedroom. What was he doing here?

2.   Echo

    Before I could turn, a hand pushed my hair away from my shoulder and warm lips kissed my neck. Sensation slammed through me, and my breath caught. I froze, even as my body reacted and trembled. Hands slid down my chest and cupped my breasts with such ease, as though he’d done it before.
    I gripped his hands and yanked them away from my chest. “Get your filthy hands off—”
    He moved fast and covered my mouth, swallowing the rest of my words, his tongue sliding between my lips in a kiss that drove all thoughts from my head.
    My world exploded, blinding sensations surging, swelling, and crashing through me. I mumbled a protest. At least, I think I did, but he angled his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue boldly caressing mine.
    Holy crap! Was this the kiss of death? Was this how he yanked people’s souls from their bodies? I tried to resist, but I was no longer in control. He’d taken over every one of my senses and had me completely under his power. Dizziness washed over me as I floated away to a place where nothing mattered but his mouth and the way he made me feel.
    There were worse ways to die, I decided. At least this way, I’d go happy. As though he’d heard me, he lifted his head. I pried my eyelids open and stared at him.
    His face slowly came into focus. His hood was down, baring his face and hair. His skin was tanned and smooth, the shadow on his chin making him look even sexier. His golden-green eyes flashed with a naughty gleam as though he was thoroughly enjoying himself. His shaggy dark brown hair was cut in an asymmetrical style, low on the sides and longer on top. The style looked too tame for a leather-wearing reaper, even though he’d changed his leather shirt for a black T-shirt. I’d expected him to have longer, unkempt locks. Up close, his face was even more beautiful, and he smelled so good.
    “I love it when you lust after me,” he said in a husky voice. “I’ve missed you too, sweet-cheeks.”
    Sanity returned.
    “What… what do you mean?” I managed to whisper, my lips still tingling from his kiss.
    “It amazes me how you can be so devious and twisted, yet look so sweet and innocent.” He kissed me again, laughter rumbling through his chest and vibrating through my body.
    I wasn’t ready to die yet, damn it. No matter how intoxicating his kisses were. And I wasn’t twisted. Nothing he said made sense.
    I brought my teeth down hard on his lower lip. More laughter came from him. Then he leaned back, licked the drop of blood, and exposed the teeth marks I’d left on his lip.
    My eyes widened when the cut slowly disappeared. He self-healed? Of course, he did. He was the grim reaper. I opened my mouth to ask him how long I had left, but he spoke first.
    “You want play rough?” he asked. “Good. That’s just how I like it.”
    “No. Don’t—”
    He scooped me up and moved so fast my room was a blur. One second I was on the chair, the next flat on my back on the bed. Panic coursed through me.
    “What are you doing, you sick bastard?” I snapped.
    “Playing your game.” A wicked smile lifted