Cursed Witch of Grimrot

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Bound to demons by blood.



Bound to demons by heart.



It doesn't matter where Emory is, darkness will always find and claim her.



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Emory Redfern is not only the weakest witch in her coven, but she's also cursed. What kind of curse it is and who put it on her is just as good of a guess as yours. For all she knows it's just bad luck, as her life seems to be full of it.



However, when she messes up a particular summoning spell, a demon slaughters her entire coven. When she's saved - though, she would prefer the term kidnapped - by a demon hunter named Rome, she discovers that not everything is as they seem. And whatever darkness that lurks inside of her, it's going to be the catalyst to set it all off.



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“Can you be quiet? I'm trying not to die here.” Parma finally says something that isn't the word fuck.



Emory is about to point out that maybe she should try keeping her mouth shut too, seeing as she even heard her muttering about murder and killing. She's suddenly surrounded by a lot of it, now. It's not something nice to notice.



“If you hadn't stolen my pie, I don't think we would be in here at all.” Emory shrugs, then she remembers Parma can't really see her in here. Unless she can because she's a vampire or a werewolf. “Hey,” Emory whispers, “What are you?”



There's a strange sound that Parma makes in the back of her throat and then a moment of silence.



“I just wanted to know if you could see in this darkness,” Emory sighs, rolling her eyes. “Why is everyone here so prickly?”



“Why are you such a fu-”



Emory’s hands fumble over Parma's face in the dark until she finds her mouth and covers it with her palm. Hmm, she tilts her head, okay Walker is right about this being a good way to shut people up. And then Emory bites her lip to keep from crying because Walker is gone now.



“Okay, seriously,” she murmurs. “One, you need to stop cursing. Two, this may be rated eighteen plus, but you shouldn't take advantage of that.”