Blind Destiny: Grimm's Circle, Book 7 [retail mobi] by Shiloh Walker Page B

nothing. She smiled a little, her lips lush and red against her skin—like blood, Natasha thought out of the blue.
    A chill broke out over her skin.
    Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself and started to rock.
    “We’re still trying to understand that, Ms.…” She flipped through the file she’d brought into the room.
    “Curry,” Natasha whispered numbly. “Natasha Curry.”
    “Ms. Curry, then. What brings you to Greece?” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and pinning Natasha with a look that seemed to skewer her straight through.
    Natasha swallowed and looked away from those eyes. She didn’t like this cop’s eyes. Dark and deep, like she could see straight through to a person’s soul.
    “I…ah, we’re here to film a documentary.” She rubbed her palms down her arms, desperate to get warm. The short sleeves of her shirt seemed so flimsy and she wished she’d grabbed a jacket.
    The woman glanced down, studying Natasha’s arms for a minute.
    Natasha thought she might ask about the tatts. She didn’t. She just looked back into her eyes, and continued, smiling that eerie, unworldly little smile.
    “Oh? On what?”
    “What on wh…oh. The documentary. We’re doing a documentary on the Christou house.”
    The woman wrinkled her nose. “That old place? Why bother? It needs to be torn down. It’s a ruin.”
    “It’s history. It’s priceless.” Some of her fear bled away, replaced by anger as she sat up.
    “Why?” The woman tilted her head, a smile dancing on her blood-red lips. “Because you think there are ghosts there and you can make a pretty penny telling your stories? There are other places, less dangerous. In towns that haven’t seen such hardship. Go there .”
    “That house is why this place has seen such hardship. If people would understand what really happened, maybe things would get better,” Natasha snapped, slamming a fist on the table.
    “And how do you propose to make it all better with some silly ghost-busting tricks, child?” She shook her head as she stood up. “Natasha…go home.”
    “Hey!”
    The woman started toward the door.
    “Wait, damn it. I want to go,” she demanded, shoving back from the chair.
    “Then go.” The woman continued to walk.
    “But…”
    The cop didn’t stop.
    Staring after her, Natasha stood there, a little confused.
    And for reasons she couldn’t define, a little freaked.
     
     
    “I can’t believe you walked into a police station,” Luc muttered as they headed back down the street.
    It was only the fifth time since he’d said it. If he said it another five times, maybe he’d be done, I thought. “Well, we needed some answers. And I got them.”
    “What answers did you get?”
    “She’s freaked out by something. I can’t tell if it’s me or something else, because she doesn’t understand. She had a very strong urge to come here, and that bothers me—she feels an unusual connection to the house, and she thinks she can do something to break the darkness that surrounds this place,” I said, pausing to assimilate all of that. That made no sense. Unless of course…
    Nah.
    Brushing that aside, I continued, “She’s very upset about the boy who died.”
    “Were they lovers?”
    “No.” I gave him a narrow look, irritated. What did it matter? Then I made myself shove the question aside. Why did I care what it mattered? “What in the hell does it matter if they were lovers?”
    One hand held Krell’s harness easily. The other rested solicitously on my back. With a scowl, I stepped away, out of his reach. His hand fell away. “There you go, angry with me again.” He sighed. “And is it a sin to be concerned with another’s suffering, Sina? She’s here, far from her home and she lost a friend. Hard to do that. Harder still to lose a lover.”
    “So it’s innocent concern then.”
    He stopped, turned his head in my direction. The deep blue of his gaze rested on my face and if Krell hadn’t