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Before we can even start, Kurtis grimaces. “I don’t want to know the details of your love session last night. Well, unless they are extra spicy.”
I glare at him and don’t comment on his remark. My spidey senses indicate that he does want to know and is covering up his interest.
Instead of calling him out, I dive right into the meat of what I need to tell Kurtis and Evan. “I had a visit from Death himself.” I point at Kurtis, and say smugly, “And it turns out Death is masculine, by the way.”
He nods thoughtfully. “Then please proceed with masculine pronouns.”
“Thank you for your permission,” I reply without any heat behind it, then I hesitate. I don’t want to be the messenger of bad tidings.
“What is it?” Evan asks, worry coating his words.
Dante steps in and helps me get it out. “Karma has been draining our souls, and when we retire? Well, it’s the last feast for her, and we are snuffed out permanently.”
“Fantastic,” Kurtis says flatly.
“I was beginning to guess as much.” Evan sits down with less controlled grace than normal.
“Can we do anything about her eating our souls?” Kurtis asks.
“We can break our contracts,” Dante says. “But that means Death claims us.”
“But our souls aren’t destroyed?” Kurtis asks.
“Yeah, andthatis the upside. Damaged, but not destroyed.” Dante shrugs.
Evan quietly watches me during the entire exchange. “Tessa, what aren’t you telling us?”
“Because of my innate abilities, Imightbe offered a job with Death,” I confess.
Kurtis crosses his arms. “Well, I don’t want to do that job.”
Evan is quiet before he then says, “So doesheknow why Karma is coming in a few days?”
“He didn’t say.” I look at all of them. “But I’m guessing it’s to eitherupgrademe to karmic death jobs or to retire one of us here for good.”
“Both bad.” Kurtis kicks the dirt.
I open my third eye to see his aura. Other than the brief glance I got the night we met, I haven’t made it a habit to consciouslyreadthem again. I scan Kurtis’s energy. With Karma’s powers, his aura is much brighter than most humans’ would be, but when I look closely, he’s riddled with several dim patches. He has a Swiss cheese soul. Can it be healed? Maybe in the afterlife.
I turn my gaze to Evan. Surprisingly, he’s worse off, although he doesn’t outwardly show his pain like Kurtis does.
I brace myself and turn to Dante. There are definitely dark spots, but not as many as Kurtis and Evan. Odd.
Then I remember Death’s ability to weigh a soul. Can I do something like that? Myjudge of the deadancestry might suggest I can. I visualize a scale, like the Egyptian god Anubis, except it isn’t a heart tested against a feather.
In my mind’s eye, I watch as pieces of Dante break off and land on either the light dish or the dark dish. It’s very close, but the darkness outweighs his light. Although, I’m pleased to see the newest pieces are fresh and end up in the pile of light.
His feelings for me…
“Tessa? What are you seeing?” Dante asks.
I snap out of my vision. “I was checking your auras for Karma’s damage.”
Evan’s voice is soft. “What did you perceive?”
“There were dark spots, like missing pieces of your souls.”
Evan and I lock eyes. He knows what I saw in him.
