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I demanded, heart racing. She hesitated. Then she said it. “The Reaper.” Ryan went still. Liv’s jaw dropped. “What?” I said. “The Reaper,” she repeated. “They’re some anonymous account. Posts clips. Ratings. Like a fucking p**n Yelp. Said tonight was gonna be a live drop.” My skin went cold. We hadn’t been luring one person. We’d been luring an audience.

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

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"With what? Another name? What do you give up next? Your ability to drive? Your ability to speak?" Cale turned off the tap. He stood with his back to Elion, hands gripping the edge of the porcelain sink. "If it keeps you breathing," Cale whispered, "I will give it up." "I don't want you to be a husk, Cale." "Better a husk than a widower." Cale turned around. He dried his hands on a towel. "We are staying," Cale stated. It wasn't a suggestion. It was the Reaper speaking. Definitive. Absolute. "The outside world has too many variables. Here, I can control the environment."

he told me as he pulled away and I stared at him curiously. "What is it?" I asked. "Let's renew our mating rites," Silas announced and I immediately stiffened under him. I searched Silas's eyes wondering whether or not he was joking but he stared down at me with an entirely serious expression on his face. "Are you serious?" I questioned and Silas quirked a brow at me. "Definitely not the reaction I expected. Do I look like I'm joking?" He retorted and I remained silent. I could see the disappointment in Silas's eyes as he rolled away from me to his side of the bed.

Somehow, I know to avoid its touch. “Careful around reapers. They are souls sentenced to serve the coven by Death. Never interact with them and never touch them. Let them be.” Zane warns as I swallow hard. Great, so not only do I have to live in the creepiest mansion to ever exist in an alternate realm, but now I have to worry about these reaper things. For fucks sake, I better not be in some damn death trap. I move closer to Zane. “Zane, what is with this mansion, and why is it so big?” I inquire, trying to gain some understanding of the new home I find myself in.

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Video shoots are my least favorite thing that we have to do. I hate the whole process. They are repetitive and boring. I just want this to be done so we can get back to Los Angeles. The album is done and this is the first single off of it. The song is amazing. This is the last day of the shoot. The other guys have already shot their parts. I walk downstairs to the kitchen. There is a group of models admiring themselves in the mirror they are trying to catch our drummer Devon’s attention. He however is engrossed in a conversation with our manager Brady.

“I have the time right now. Jade is making lunch. So you better get your ass over here before it’s all gone.” Reaper meets me at the door as soon as I get there. Unlike me, Reaper has a very flashy security system. Don’t get me wrong, my system is state of the art, but it’s a little less intrusive. Whereas Reaper’s system requires you to be scanned and checked like you’re in an airport. “Savage.” Reaper greets me with a smug smile. “Reaper, am I allowed in here, or are we going to stare into each other’s dreamy eyes for the rest of the night?” I mutter sarcastically. Reaper chuckles and waves me in. “Come on in.”