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One of the brawlers on the front lawn spots me. “What the fuck?”
They all turn, even the one harassing the girl.
“Who the fuck are you?” the shirtless one shouts as blood drips from the cut above his eye. The drops of blood fall onto his chest, staining his large black swastika tattoo with streaks of red.
“He just popped out of the air,” the first one who noticed me says. He looks freaked out as he takes a few steps back.
“Let’s pop him back to where he came from,” the shirtless one says as he pulls a knife out of his pocket.
Ten souls for my girl.
I’ll gladly trade these fuckers for her.
The shirtless one comes charging at me, hollering as he swings his knife. I catch his wrist and squeeze until the bone cracks. He screams in pain as he drops to his knees. The knife slips out of his hand.
“What the fuck are you?” he asks as he stares up at my face in horror.
“I’m a Reaper in love,” I answer calmly as I release his snapped wrist and slowly wrap my hands around his neck. The others watch in horror as I squeeze the life out of him.
His eyes still. His body stiffens. I release him and let him fall to my feet.
“Nine more,” I say as I step over his body on my way to the others.
Nine more… And then, my sweet soul is mine.
CHAPTERTHREE
Anna
“Areyou sure you’re going to be okay?” my mother asks for the—I don’t even know anymore. I’ve lost count. Mom has always been a first-class worrier. She’s always been on a whole other level when it came to being anxious, but since the accident, she’s become a real pro. “Are yousureyou don’t want to stay with us? It wouldn’t be a problem. We wouldn’t mind? Right, Gary?”
My father has the most patience of any person I’ve ever met. “Of course, we wouldn’t, but I’m sure our Anna would like some alone time.”
“I’ll be fine, Mom,” I say as she darts over to my medicationagain.
“So, you’re going to take this—“
“Every six hours,” I interrupt. “I got it.”
She’s nibbling on her bottom lip as she looks doubtfully at me. The pills are rattling in the bottle from her shaking hand.
I sigh as I walk over and gently take it from her. She’s beena lotto deal with over the past two months, but I have to remember that the accident was really hard on her too. I can’t imagine what she was going through when I was in a coma for ten days.
I wrap my arms around her and give her a warm hug. She melts into me, on the verge of tears.
“I’ll be okay,” I tell her honestly. “And if I need anything—“
“You’ll call me.”
“I’ll call you. Promise.”
She squeezes me tight until my father has to peel her off. “Don’t get her more injured,” he says with a chuckle as he half guides, half pulls her to the door.
“Call me before you go to bed,” she says as Dad pulls her out. “And we’ll come tomorrow to check on you right after breakfast.”
“Okay, Mom,” I say with a nod. I’m trying really hard not to roll my eyes as my father closes the door with a knowing smile.
“Bye, love. Enjoy your night alone.”
