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The receptionist sniffed and paused, “Is she...”
Denier nodded with a grunt.
“Oh, right. Yeah, go on in.”
Denier’s scent and hers mixed and melded into an earthy spring garden as they walked through a large, ornate door marked with the reaper sigil.
She tried to be calm, but there were five irritated-looking reapers staring at them as they approached the long table. It was the only furniture in the room.
Brit looked at them and tried to stop herself from getting some of Denier’s blood and running through the shadows.
An elegant, silver-haired man sat at the centre of the table. He rapped out, “Denier, what is this about?”
“It has recently come to my attention that sixteen years ago, a contract was issued for Bethany Wells. The contract was issued on an eleven-year-old girl.”
One of the older women flipped through some pages. “The record is that she killed her father. That is a reaper-qualifying offence.”
Denier nudged her.
She stepped forward. “That was my mother’s boyfriend. He was not my father. My father drank himself to death when I was three. My mother collected more and more unsuitable partners until she ended up with a winner who decided that since I was an early activator, that meant I was grown enough for sex. When I defended myself, I killed him.”
A man with inky black hair at the end of the table said, “How did you kill him?”
“I beat him to death with his own body, but I would not have been able to do it without his help.”
The dark-haired man rapped out, “Explain.”
An elegant woman stood up. “I will understand this. Hold still, miss.”
The woman walked around the table, and she smiled at Denier, and then, she squared up with Brit and touched her temples.
The mind-walker spun back to the day of the attack, and she ran through it from start to finish. Then a curious expression took over her features, and she spun to that day. Seeing her on a bed with Denier between her thighs, the woman chuckled. “She is telling the truth. She was attacked as a child and defended herself. The fatality was due to beginning the attack, to begin with.”
The man with the grey hair asked, “How could a child defend herself against an adult?”
“Ah. She’s a blood morph. He tried to silence the child, and she bit him. The transformation occurred shortly after.”
The reapers at the table sat up straight.
“Wait. A blood morph? Prove it.” The dark-haired one on the end growled.
She turned to Denier. “I can do it with saliva, too.”
He leaned his head toward her, and they kissed. She heard surprised sounds from the watchers, and when Denier’s arms started to come around her, she stepped back and turned into him.
She grew the nearly two feet she needed in height, her visual acuity changed, and how she saw the world made her dizzy. She staggered and straightened.
“So, what would you like me to do?”
Denier was stroking his chin. “Use your claws on the edge of the table.”
“For what?”
He whispered in her ear, and she chuckled with his voice.
She carefully carvedI heart reapers.
She stepped back and asked, “Anything else?”
