Merely Mortal (MERELY MORTAL #1) by Michelle M. Pillow EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Michelle M. Pillow
- Language: English
- Genre: Paranormal / Sci-Fi
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“It can die.”
Guilt fills me as one of my oldest memories pops into my head. I’m not
sure what triggers the thought. Maybe it’s seeing everyone in black. Or
perhaps it’s that funerals can’t help but remind me of mortality. Memories
have been flooding my consciousness a lot over the last few weeks,
crawling out from some deep vault I’d buried them under. I hate bad
memories. I much prefer denial.
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Oddly, this funeral feels more familial than the birthday party where the
tragedy happened. People are dressed for mourning. Their solemn and
respectful postures display attentiveness and empathy as they try to make
me feel like I belong for once.
That word. Belong.
Being a part of something. Being accepted as a member of a
community, organization, or place, according to the AI app on my phone.
Yes, I made the chatbot talk to me in a fit of self-pity and loneliness. At
least it doesn’t judge.
Hell, I would have settled for my family’s acceptance, let alone the red
carpet to some secret paranormal cabal that controls the world.
“It can die.”
It. Not she. Not Tamara. Not even that dreaded nickname I hate,
Tammy. It.
At five years old, I hadn’t even grasped the concept of what death
meant, and yet those words, the way they were said, had stuck with me. In
many ways, those words defined my childhood. All my life, I’ve been
treated like some delicate butterfly that the supernatural world wanted to
squish because that’s what monsters do when they’re bored. They hurt
delicate things. I need to be careful. I need protection.
I need to not draw attention to myself.
So how is it I’m alive and standing outside a mausoleum at the funeral
of three of the most formidable supernaturals I know—knew—my
immediate family?
Well, not all my family. Conrad survived. But he is like me. Mortal.
Normal. Human. If any members of the Devine family should have died in
a fire, it was us. However, Conrad would probably prefer that I compare
him to a moth drawn to the supernatural flame. No, that’s not right either.
Conrad would rather be the flame. My brother can have a nasty streak
sometimes. He will burn shit to the ground if pushed to it. Metaphorically,
of course.
I’m unsure why my cycling brain thinks getting this comparison right is
important. It hardly matters. I guess I just don’t want to face what’s
happening right in front of me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I want to be anywhere but here.
I can’t look at the three caskets being carried by pallbearers, none of
whom I recognize. They must be from the “distinguished” side of the
family. Those distant relatives that Conrad and I were never introduced to.
Where the fuck is Conrad? He promised me he’d be by my side during
this ordeal.
“What?” Uncle Mortimer leans closer, and I realize I had muttered the
thought out loud.
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