This Curse: (The Grace Allen Series Book 2 ) Read Online Free PDF

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tossed it onto the table, “I am sad that you went through all of this trouble,”
he leaned in, smelling my hair, “but it will never do.”  
    I pushed him away. “I’m sorry Seth, but it will have
to do. You don’t need any of those things. The blood is enough. Your wish to
seduce and claim me will never come true. I can’t have you always demanding,
coaxing. I don’t want you. Don’t you see? Even if I wanted to be with you, it
could never happen.”
    “I see, more than you know.” He pulled me close to
his body. “You still want me to be the enemy. You cannot abide the feelings you
have for me, so you wish to be rid of my presence. Grace, you are a fool. We
are the same, you and I. There is more than lust between us. Forget your power,
your value to others. None of that matters now.”
    “Who do you think you’re fooling?” I whirled away,
jerking out of his grip. “You have no idea what I’ve become! You think you’ve
seen my face? You think what you see now is what you’re getting when you ask to
have me? You are not my equal. I am stranger than even you could
imagine.” I could feel moisture tickling my eyes, threatening to spill over.
“You will never have me again. The woman who let you use her body so long ago
is dead.” My voice rose and I pressed my hands onto my chest. “Only this
creature remains. So please, do as I ask. Leave me alone.” I felt the sob
spring free and I turned abruptly, flashing out of the shed and instantly
landing onto the cool tile floor of my bathroom. I started the shower as my
tears spilled.
    Feeling worse with every passing second, I stripped
and stood under the hot spray.
    Seth was wrong. He had my blood and appeared to be
immune to almost all of my powers. I couldn’t touch him or force him into
anything, but he had no idea how much I was holding back. The secrets I kept
closely guarded. Like my true, form so drastically different from even a few
weeks ago. I kept changing, evolving. The only person who knew what I suffered
was my dearest friend, Lucian.
    When I first changed over, he had witnessed my true
form. It wasn’t such a big deal then. The change was new to both of us and I
was happy to finally be in control. It was only after we had come home that the
implications of what my true form could do hit me. I felt so drastically
different that I instantly began hiding behind glamour. Lucian was exposed to
my earliest form and I’d be damned If I was ever going to show him what I had
ultimately become. I could only imagine how he would react to the final
version. He knew I was scared and he never once pressed me.
    I slid to the floor while the dual jets pounded their
heated therapy all over my body. I let the last of my glamour slip away. The
tension and stress of holding it was washed down the drain along with the
water. I was exhausted. The water began to cool and I stepped out onto the
fluffy bath mat. It always felt good to wrap my glowing skin into my favorite
oversized terrycloth robe. Without any glamour, my hair had a life of its own.
It never stayed wet, the shining, metallic locks always flowing and tumbling as
if writhing with too much life. I felt like a Vegas version of Medusa. I could
never begin to explain how bizarre I always felt looking the way I do in a
common bathrobe. Like spying Wonder Woman reading a magazine on the toilet. To
imagine such a fantastic being doing the everyday mundane was way too surreal.
To live it was worse. I left the bathroom, not once glancing into the mirror.
    I made a cup of tea and curled up onto the couch that
was once my Grandma’s. I loved it. The familiar feeling of family always filled
me with warmth. Music, soft and gentle helped further ease my senses. The
beautiful melody of Chopin’s Polonaise in B- flat lulled me, until I felt my
eyes begin to close. 

FIVE
     
    The house shook. I jerked awake, sending my teacup
spinning onto the floor with a crash. My senses on high alert, I ran. With