Lust: Grimm Upd

"Her name was Mira," he whispered. "I wanted her so badly that I carved her a thousand times. But each time I finished, the wanting got worse. The statue wasn't her . So I carved again. And again."

And it felt like coming home.

Aldric laughed, a dry rattle. "I know. Mira left me ten years ago. I don't even remember her voice. But my hands remember the curve of her waist. And they won't stop." lust grimm

She left him there, among his marble women. As she walked out into the rain, she heard the soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his chisel starting again. "Her name was Mira," he whispered

That night, Lena did something she had never done before. She took off her coat, sat at his workbench, and picked up his chisel. She carved herself. Not her face—her hunger. She carved a figure of a woman reaching for something just out of frame, her fingers clawing the air. The statue wasn't her

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