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leaned against the bookcase and grinned. “You’re right, Finn. This is
fun.”
“Are you freaking insane?” I hissed.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh calm down, drama queen. It’s not like she
can hear us.”
“You scared her.”
“Are you kidding? She’s scared of her own reflection. And that has
nothing to do with me.”
No. But the fact that Emma’s life had been a horror movie waiting
to happen these last two years had everything to do with me. I’d led a
soul that hated my guts and was hell-bent on revenge right to her
doorstep.
I turned my attention back to Emma. After she collected herself,
she twisted her hair up into a messy ponytail and dug in her
nightstand drawer for her journal.
“Dear diary…” Easton nodded at the journal. “What do you think
she’s going to write?”
I folded my arms across my chest. “Not my business.”
He walked over to her bed and plopped down beside her. The
mattress didn’t creak or groan under his weight. The blankets didn’t
shift. He peeked over her shoulder at the book. A long tendril of
honey-colored hair came loose from Emma’s ponytail and fell across her
eye. She tucked it behind her ear, but Easton blew on it so that it
fell right back down. She swept it out of her face, looking
frustrated, and Easton chuckled.
“Will you stop?” I said, feeling uncomfortable with how close he
was to her. “This is so screwed up it’s not even funny.”
He raised a dark brow. “Oh? And what you’re doing isn’t?”
We could have gone back and forth like that for hours, but the
call came. It always did. It started in my bones-a cold so cutting
that it sliced through me like a machete. Easton’s jaw clenched, his
muscles taut and ready. He slowly closed his hand around the handle of
his scythe, which burned black and softly smoked at his side. I flexed
my fingers as the icy ribbons of death worked their way through each
one of my limbs.
“Can you take this one for me?” I asked. “You’re already going to
be there, and I just got back-”
“No,” Easton said. “Hell no. I have my own job to do. I can’t keep
covering for your sorry ass. Besides, do you have any idea how close
you are to being caught? Don’t push your luck, Finn. Just keep your
nose down, collect your souls, and thank the Almighty that you don’t
have my job.”
“I’m taking a risk every time I leave her. You know that.”
“For the love of God. She’ll be fine, Finn. It’s just one reap.”
“How do you know she’ll be fine?”
He shrugged. “I don’t. But that’s the difference between you and
me. I don’t care.”
With that, he vanished, consumed in a flash by the keening wails
of the damned. The screams beckoned. Clawed at me from the inside out.
Rule One as a reaper: Death doesn’t wait for anyone.
And it sure as hell wasn’t waiting for me now.
Like what you’ve read so far? Pick up
inbetween
online and in stores everywhere August 2012!
Other books by Jennifer L. Armentrout:
The Lux Series:
Obsidian: A Lux Novel, Book One
Onyx: A Lux Novel, Book Two
Opal: A Lux Novel, Book Three
The Covenant Series:
Daimon
Half-Blood
Pure
Deity
Apollyon
Single Titles:
Cursed
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