Grim Rising (Aisling Grimlock Book 7)

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by Amanda M. Lee


  “I never feared you,” Griffin countered. “I feared you might turn Aisling against me, but I never feared you.”

  “That’s disheartening.”

  “You did make me extremely uncomfortable, if that helps.”

  “It doesn’t hurt.” Dad grinned as he sighed. “The home office is taking care of Neil’s body. I’m not sure what will be done with Evelyn’s remains, but … I’m sure it will be handled with the proper amount of secrecy.”

  “That’s just what a cop wants to hear,” Griffin muttered.

  “Do you disapprove?” Dad asked, legitimately curious.

  “No. It had to be done. I would’ve done it myself if it came to it. Mrs. Grimlock simply beat me to it.”

  “Given her history with Evelyn, it was her right,” Dad said. “Plus, well, Lily fought off an entire horde of zombies. She kept you three safe. I can’t find fault with her actions this evening.”

  “What about all of the bodies?” I asked. “Do you know where they got them?”

  “No, and we can’t get them back where they belong without making things public,” Dad said. “I’m sure most of them had proper funerals and burials the first go around, so hopefully they’re at peace. They’ll be cremated this time. There’s nothing more we can do.”

  “That seems kind of disrespectful.”

  “Do you have a better idea?”

  “No.”

  “Then we can only do what we can do,” Dad said. “As for the other issues, we’ll discuss it over breakfast. I think the one thing everyone has earned this evening is rest.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Griffin said. “I’m looking forward to whatever food surprise you have in store for Aisling tomorrow.”

  “An omelet bar and a waffle bar.” I grinned even though it hurt. “I’m going to eat my weight in breakfast foods.”

  “That sounds delightful.” Dad smiled as he stood. “Griffin told me what you did at the mausoleum. While I’m not a fan of you running off half-cocked and taking on the world without backup, I am proud of what you did.”

  “It would’ve worked if Neil didn’t hide behind that shed and punch me when I wasn’t looking. Dirty, rotten cheater.”

  Dad chuckled. “Yes, well, he won’t be cheating anyone ever again. As for the police, your mother said she had a heart-to-heart discussion with Detective Green. I don’t think they’ll be sniffing around again, at least on this one.”

  “I’ll ask around tomorrow to make sure,” Griffin said. “I doubt that Mark will want to admit what he saw last night. He’ll probably deny it to his final day because it will make him look nuts if he tries to spread the story.”

  “We’ll watch him,” Dad said. “I doubt he’ll be a problem. You two should get some sleep. It’s late.”

  My father looked tired. He so rarely did. Neil’s betrayal weighed heavy on him. I felt the need to ease his burden. “I was thinking you could look at some wedding stuff with us over breakfast tomorrow.”

  Dad arched an eyebrow, surprised. “You want to include me in the decisions?”

  “You are paying for it. Wait … you’re still paying, right?”

  “If you ask me that again I’ll disown you,” Dad warned.

  I held my hands up in capitulation. “I won’t ask again. I want your input, though. In addition to paying, you’re my father. You’ll be giving me away.”

  “Really?” Dad was caught off guard. “I thought you might find that tradition antiquated.”

  “Nope. I’m yours to give away. Wait … I think that came out wrong.”

  Griffin chuckled. “I think it came out exactly right.”

  I glanced at Dad and found his eyes glassy. “Don’t cry.” I was horrified. “I meant it as a … I don’t know … respect thing. If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to.”

  “Oh, don’t ruin it.” Dad rolled his eyes. “The last thing I want to do is give you away, kid. Part of me would like to keep you forever.”

  “That sounds creepy.”

  “I couldn’t imagine giving you to a better man, though.” Dad pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Now, sleep. We’ll discuss everything over breakfast. I look forward to watching you eat your weight in waffles and eggs.”

  “We’re both looking forward to that,” Griffin teased.

  Dad hit the lights on the way out, stopping long enough to smile and offer me a small wave before disappearing into the hallway. I waited until I was sure he was out of earshot before speaking again.

  “Do you want to mess around?”

  Griffin groaned. “Seriously?”

  “Dad is putty in my hands tonight. We can totally get away with it. He let you strip in front of him and only said one passive-aggressive thing. That must be a new record.”

  “I heard that, Aisling!” Dad yelled from the hallway. Apparently he wasn’t as far away as I thought. “Don’t make me come in there.”

  “Just joking,” I bellowed back.

  “Make sure you keep it that way.”

  Griffin smirked as he glanced at me and lowered his voice. “How about we save the romance for when we’re back in our own bed and your face doesn’t look as if you’ve gone ten rounds with Rocky. How does that sound?”

  “Boring.”

  “You’ll live.” Griffin rolled me so I could rest my good cheek on his chest. “You really did scare me tonight.”

  “That’s starting to be the norm for us, huh?”

  “Yeah. Knock it off.”

  I giggled. “Hey, Griffin?”

  “What?” He was already half asleep.

  “I really do love you.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice when he answered. “I know. Now sleep. If you open your mouth again, I’m going to fill it with something.”

  “You said you didn’t want to mess around.”

  “I meant a pillow.”

  “That’s not romantic.”

  “Neither is the bag of peas melting on my chest.”

  He had a point. “Goodnight.”

  “Sweet dreams, baby. You’ve earned them.”

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  BOOKS BY AMANDA M. LEE

  An Avery Shaw Mystery

  Who, What, Where, When, Die

  If it Bleeds, it Leads

  Buried Leads

  Shot Off The Presses

  The Preditorial Page

  Misquoted & Demoted

  Headlines & Deadlines

  Misprints & Mistakes

  Bylines & Skylines

  Off the Record

  Unwritten & Underwater

  A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Mystery

  Any Witch Way You Can

  Every Witch Way But Wicked

  Witching You Were Here

  Witching on a Star

  Something to Witch About
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  Witch Me Luck

  Life’s a Witch

  Charms & Witchdemeanors

  The Trouble With Witches

  Murder Most Witchy

  A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short

  Careful What You Witch For

  Wicked Brew

  On a Witch and a Prayer

  You Only Witch Once

  The Christmas Witch

  Bewitched

  A Solstice Celebration

  Witchdependence Day

  Happy Witchgiving

  Merry Witchmas

  Four-Leaf Clover

  Thistle While You Work

  Landon Calling

  I Dream of Twila

  How Aunt Tillie Stole Christmas

  A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Fantasy

  Witchy Tales

  A Witch In Time

  Make A Witch

  A Witchmas Carol

  An Aisling Grimlock Mystery

  Grim Tidings

  Grim Offerings

  Grim Discovery

  Grim Reunion

  Grim Expectations

  Grim Holiday

  Covenant College

  Awakening

  Whispering

  Conjuring

  Waxing & Waning

  Graduating

  Living Covenant Trilogy

  Rising Covenant

  Dark Covenant

  Eternal Covenant

  Dying Covenant Trilogy

  Haunted Covenant

  Desperate Covenant

  Everlasting Covenant

  A Mystic Caravan Mystery

  Freaky Days

  Freaky Lies

  Freaky Hearts

  Freaky Games

  A Charlie Rhodes Cozy Mystery

  The Bigfoot Blunder

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  1. One

  2. Two

  3. Three

  4. Four

  5. Five

  6. Six

  7. Seven

  8. Eight

  9. Nine

  10. Ten

  11. Eleven

  12. Twelve

  13. Thirteen

  14. Fourteen

  15. Fifteen

  16. Sixteen

  17. Seventeen

  18. Eighteen

  19. Nineteen

  20. Twenty

  21. Twenty-One

  22. Twenty-Two

  23. Twenty-Three

  24. Twenty-Four

  25. Twenty-Five

  26. Twenty-Six

  27. Twenty-Seven

  28. Twenty-Eight

  29. Twenty-Nine

  30. Thirty

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