Tarnished Knight

tk 2018The mind forgets, but the body remembers. Everything.

Grimm’s Circle, Book 4

One look at Jack Wallace and Perci knows he’s going to be trouble. Even surrounded by soul stealers, he’s a one-man wrecking crew. What does he need Grimm training for? He’s already hell on earth, a warrior bent on destruction. And something…more.

He’s too strong and fast to be a mere mortal. Even covered in blood, he makes her forget she’s only here to do a job and get out. It’s twisted. Sick. She hasn’t felt this alive in three centuries.

Born with a natural talent for killing unnatural things, Jack has always known things he shouldn’t. The fact that Perci is one of them glows all over her. Giving him an unholy urge to see just how far he can push her before don’t touch me melts into touch me there.

When they come together, it isn’t careful or cautious. It’s heaven and hell, exposing all their raw and wounded places to healing heat, resurrecting memories of a destined love from the distant past. But the evil that destroyed them once before has tracked them here, threatening their second and last chance at forever. Demanding a sacrifice no one—Grimm or human—should ever be asked to make…

Warning: Dark, sexy, a little bit scary—this fairy tale is only for grownups and is best saved for bedtime.


Jack was choking. Hardly able to breathe, lopping around like a landed fish—

A pair of feet came into view, followed by a familiar face.

Will reached out and poked him in the chest. “It’s over and done now, old friend. You can breathe again, you know.”

Choking, still feeling like a landed fish, he smacked at the hand and struggled to sit up. He shot Will a glare. “What in the fuck are you doing here?”

Wheezing, trying to breathe past the hideous, blinding pain, he rolled over to push himself to his hands and knees. His body didn’t want to cooperate and his head ached. His heart raced. His throat felt raw, like butchered, minced meat.

It took him almost two minutes just to get up, and then all he could do was sit on the edge of the bed and wonder if he was going to puke.

He felt like he had the flu, a hangover and an adrenaline rush all at once. He also felt like somebody had pounded on his ass for the last six months straight.

And at the same time, he was reliving the very last moments of that dream.

Seeing Perci’s face…it was her face. In another time. But it felt so fucking real…

Abruptly, he remembered Will was there and he looked up, glared at him. “What are you doing here?”

“This very moment? I’m waiting for you to calm down,” he said, that familiar smirk on his face. It widened to an outright grin as he studied Jack’s face. “You look like you were having an interesting dream there, Jack.”

“Interesting?” Jack swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. “Interesting doesn’t touch it.”

“Hmmm.” Will leaned against the wall and studied the bedroom, the tangled mess of the sheets.

Although Jack couldn’t really see any signs of Perci’s presence, he had the weirdest feeling Will saw something.

Shit, Will seemed to see everything.

“An interesting night, altogether,” Will murmured.

Jack curled his lip. “Yeah, interesting. Whatever happened to ‘If you have a need of me, I’ll know, and I’ll be there’? Whatever happened to that? Because I had a need last night and almost ended up gutted. Where the hell were you?”

“I made certain you had the help you needed.” Will shrugged negligently. “Perci is quite capable, isn’t she?”

Capable? Yeah. Jack just stared at Will for a long moment, trying to figure out what the hell was going on inside the man’s head. Then he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

He could smell Perci on his skin, he realized. He needed to shower, but he almost hated to do it, because he didn’t want to wash her scent away. But he needed to shower to see if he could wash the cobwebs out of his head, the nasty dregs of that dream.

Absently, he reached up and rubbed his throat. It still hurt. Still felt raw.

“What the fuck…” he muttered.

Feeling the weight of Will’s gaze, he looked up.

“The mind forgets,” Will said quietly. “But the body doesn’t.”

A chill raced down his spine as he stared into strange, glowing silver eyes.

“The body doesn’t forget what?” he whispered.


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