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She sucks in a violent breath. Her whole body tightens as I grip her.

“I know it hurts,” I whisper gently. “It won’t last long.”

She’s frozen as I carry her to the car and lovingly guide her soul back into her body.

This is against every rule in the book. It’s against the ultimate command and tenet of the Grim Reapers—once a soul is untethered, itcannotbe returned.

It’s like a pilot intentionally crashing their plane or a firefighter lighting the match.

It’s reprehensible. Blasphemous.Sinful.

And I know I’m going to pay for it. I know it’s going to hurt.

But none of that is of concern as I bring the life back to this girl.

I set her soul in place and then whisper the forbidden words.

“Soul do not leave,

Soul refuse,

Your death I relieve,

Your journey continues.”

The energy of life flows through my hands and into her body.

She’s alive.

I can feel her soul leaving this plane of existence. Leaving the world between hers and the afterlife. Leaving my domain.

My body aches that she’s no longer with me, but when I feel the slow beating of her heart, the ache dulls.

I pull back my hood and place my ear to her lips.

Breaths. Soft beautiful breaths.

There’s time in her yet. Her life is not over.

I stand up and hurry toward an EMT.

I don’t know what’s coming for me, but I know it’s going to be bad and I know it won’t be much longer.

The Soul Collector won’t take kindly to having a soul snatched out of his grasp.

I’ll have to answer for this.

The EMT is asking a shaken-up teenager some questions. I go right up to her ear.

“The woman in the blue car!” I shout as loudly as I can. “Go to her. She’s alive!”

Her head turns. Recognition sinks into her eyes.

“I think this one is still alive!” she shouts as she rushes over.

The other EMT shakes his head. “She’s got no pulse. I checked.”

But the woman is unfazed. She ducks down, reaches in through the broken window, and touches my girl’s neck. Her eyes widen. “She’s alive! Help me get her out!”

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