personal."
"Nothing personal? You are destroying my life."
"Not by my choice, Grace."
"Who is your master?"
"Ah, ah, ah. Fool me once, Grace," he said as he waved a well-manicured finger in the air.
"Well, at least I have your name. I'll find out who it is that's commanding you and what they want, and I will kill them."
"If you read the story, you should know what the goal is, Grace. The brothers got many of the details incorrect, but there were a few that were spot on." His eyes travelled to her growing belly.
Grace felt sick as the reality of her situation hit her square in the chest. She stood up and ran from the building without saying another word. She jumped into the car and yelled for Harold to drive.
"What is it? What happened?" Harold asked, obviously scared to death.
"Just drive."
He started the car and sped away. After a few minutes, he asked again.
"Grace, please tell me what happened in there. What did you find out?"
She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with terror.
"Someone is after our baby."
G race and Harold drove straight to the coven. Thankfully, Kayla had already left.
They went inside and were greeted by Mooney and Gus first.
"Whoever she is, she just left," Mooney said with a long sigh.
"That most certainly is not Kayla," Gus agreed.
"We need to find out who it is, fast," Grace said, trying not to cry again. "Whoever it is, they are after our baby."
"Oh my God. Grace, sit down and tell us what you know," Mooney said, pulling a chair out for her to relax.
"You know that we won't let anybody take your baby, Grace. Fuck that," Gus told her, becoming agitated.
The rest of the coven heard Gus's raised voice and rushed into the room. Mooney motioned for them to take their seats and listen to Grace's story.
Grace sat down in the offered seat and took a deep breath. She told them everything that Jorek had told her and about the frightening encounter in Roland's office.
By the end of the story, she was unable to control her sobs. Harold was sitting next to her with his arm around her shoulder, doing his best to comfort her.
"Who do you think it is, Grace?" Doc asked.
"It can't be Carolyn. She's dead. Really dead."
Mooney turned away from the laptop that he had opened and rejoined the conversation.
"It can't be Aliza, either. When Aurora defeated her, she bound her soul. When you do that, there is no coming back. The whole history is right here on the deep web. Even though the brothers each published separately, it seems that one of the Grimm brothers liked to write stories under a pen name. Jacob Burkheart."
"Jacob Burkheart?" Grace asked, surprised.
"It gets better. The history books say that Jacob Grimm never married, but Jacob Burkheart did. He married a beautiful woman named Aurora in 1823 at the age of thirty-eight. They had a daughter."
"Are you serious? I might be a freaking Grimm?" Grace looked at him as if he had grown a second head.
"It seems like it might be more than a possibility," Mooney said.
"Well, that would certainly explain a lot," Grace said, putting her head in her hands.
"We need to find out who in the hell could be responsible for all of this mess," Doc sighed. "We just need to figure out why."
Grace felt overwhelmed by all of the new information that was being thrown at her.
"Harry, I think I need to lie down."
"Okay honey. Joy?"
Joy jumped up and took Grace's hand, leading her to one of the bedrooms in the back.
Harold got up to follow them, but Doc stopped him.
"Harold, I need to talk with you, privately."
"What is it, Doc?"
"I think that I have an idea who might have put that box in Kayla's closet, and why."
"Who would have done a thing like that?" Harold looked as though he was ready to hurt someone.
"I think it may have been David. Or you."
Harold glared at the small man with a look of complete horror and indignation.
"I certainly would not do it, and there is no way in the world that David would ever hurt Kayla," Harold was
"Nothing personal? You are destroying my life."
"Not by my choice, Grace."
"Who is your master?"
"Ah, ah, ah. Fool me once, Grace," he said as he waved a well-manicured finger in the air.
"Well, at least I have your name. I'll find out who it is that's commanding you and what they want, and I will kill them."
"If you read the story, you should know what the goal is, Grace. The brothers got many of the details incorrect, but there were a few that were spot on." His eyes travelled to her growing belly.
Grace felt sick as the reality of her situation hit her square in the chest. She stood up and ran from the building without saying another word. She jumped into the car and yelled for Harold to drive.
"What is it? What happened?" Harold asked, obviously scared to death.
"Just drive."
He started the car and sped away. After a few minutes, he asked again.
"Grace, please tell me what happened in there. What did you find out?"
She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with terror.
"Someone is after our baby."
G race and Harold drove straight to the coven. Thankfully, Kayla had already left.
They went inside and were greeted by Mooney and Gus first.
"Whoever she is, she just left," Mooney said with a long sigh.
"That most certainly is not Kayla," Gus agreed.
"We need to find out who it is, fast," Grace said, trying not to cry again. "Whoever it is, they are after our baby."
"Oh my God. Grace, sit down and tell us what you know," Mooney said, pulling a chair out for her to relax.
"You know that we won't let anybody take your baby, Grace. Fuck that," Gus told her, becoming agitated.
The rest of the coven heard Gus's raised voice and rushed into the room. Mooney motioned for them to take their seats and listen to Grace's story.
Grace sat down in the offered seat and took a deep breath. She told them everything that Jorek had told her and about the frightening encounter in Roland's office.
By the end of the story, she was unable to control her sobs. Harold was sitting next to her with his arm around her shoulder, doing his best to comfort her.
"Who do you think it is, Grace?" Doc asked.
"It can't be Carolyn. She's dead. Really dead."
Mooney turned away from the laptop that he had opened and rejoined the conversation.
"It can't be Aliza, either. When Aurora defeated her, she bound her soul. When you do that, there is no coming back. The whole history is right here on the deep web. Even though the brothers each published separately, it seems that one of the Grimm brothers liked to write stories under a pen name. Jacob Burkheart."
"Jacob Burkheart?" Grace asked, surprised.
"It gets better. The history books say that Jacob Grimm never married, but Jacob Burkheart did. He married a beautiful woman named Aurora in 1823 at the age of thirty-eight. They had a daughter."
"Are you serious? I might be a freaking Grimm?" Grace looked at him as if he had grown a second head.
"It seems like it might be more than a possibility," Mooney said.
"Well, that would certainly explain a lot," Grace said, putting her head in her hands.
"We need to find out who in the hell could be responsible for all of this mess," Doc sighed. "We just need to figure out why."
Grace felt overwhelmed by all of the new information that was being thrown at her.
"Harry, I think I need to lie down."
"Okay honey. Joy?"
Joy jumped up and took Grace's hand, leading her to one of the bedrooms in the back.
Harold got up to follow them, but Doc stopped him.
"Harold, I need to talk with you, privately."
"What is it, Doc?"
"I think that I have an idea who might have put that box in Kayla's closet, and why."
"Who would have done a thing like that?" Harold looked as though he was ready to hurt someone.
"I think it may have been David. Or you."
Harold glared at the small man with a look of complete horror and indignation.
"I certainly would not do it, and there is no way in the world that David would ever hurt Kayla," Harold was
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