Meet me Halfway
This second life belongs to someone else.
This second life doesn't allow me to spoil it and do anything I want.
This second life has a purpose, a meaning and a desire to be much better than the first.
But all this undead stuff was making me lose sight of my sanity. I could understand how crazy all of this would have sounded if I had told Katherine everything there was to tell.
First off, there was the Death Reaper, who didn't look like the monster illustrated in pictures and movies.
He actually seemed friendly and, as Krista called him, a "gorgeous dude", considering that he might be the servant of Hades, the Greek god of the underworld.