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“Since we’ll be under contract, no other Reaper can touch you. And if they try than I have every right to beat the crap out of them.” Uri said with an shit-eating grin and reached up to trail a finger down her arm. Nina stared at the finger curiously as she felt a strange heat trail in its wake.
Of course! Nina rolled her eyes, her mind returning to their conversation. Sibling rivalry. Something like: ‘I got your toy! Nana nana boo boo, stick your head in doo doo.’ But for extra time to have some semblance of a life, Nina would take sibling bullshit any day. But one question still remained. “How much time will I have on this temporary contract?”
Nina watched as Uri scratched his arm and rolled his head, thinking about how he would answer.
“Give or take three months in the Underworld. Something like the equivalent of three human days. It’s plenty of time to finish a bucket list, but not enough time to get pregnant or cause a lot of suspicion in the human world. It’s like 48 hours until a missing person report is filed, right? So one more day shouldn’t have the dogs out sniffing for you,” Uri said with a nod, scratching at his neck.
Three months. That’s how much time I get. It wasn’t really a bad bargain, in fact. But Nina could read between the lines and know that Uri would still get in trouble if they went through with it. Though probably not a lot of trouble, it would still be there.
Yet the selfish side of Nina acknowledged that she didn’t care if Uri got a little banged up if she got to live for three more months. A quote from what seemed a lifetime ago, popped up in her head: The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Would I be able to die after this bargain? Accept the inevitable after living on borrowed time? Nina wasn’t afraid of death; she’d met him, and he’d been nice. No, her biggest fear was the way she would die. Maybe she could have accepted getting hit by a car or even shot during a mugging-gone-bad. But death by serial killer father? Even Mark Twain would sympathize with her.
“I’ll do it,” Nina said, with a sharp nod. At the moment the option seemed like her best shot and, ever the pragmatic woman, Nina could accept when she was out of viable options.
Uri nodded solemnly. “Your hand,” he said, turning her hand over so that her palm faced down.
Nina gave him her hand, and a burn of ice and fire raced over the top of her hand, up her arm and into her heart. The whole world seemed to stand still as her heart gave a few heavy beats before settling into the slowest rhythm Nina had ever heard. Like her heart was on the cusp of death, just waiting for that last push.
Surprisingly, the cold Nina had felt around Uri was gone, replaced by just the slightest chill, like the chill from a fan set on low in the summertime. She looked down at herself to make sure she didn’t have gray skin, or anything weird like that. But, all in all, she was absolutely fine.
Staring at the mark only about the size of a quarter just below her thumb, Nina was amazed at how painful the small mark had been. On closer inspection, the little mark was very intricate, twisting and curving around strange lettering in the center.
“What does it say?” Nina asked curiously, poking at the mark.
“In the middle is my name and around it is the contract.” Uri said.
“Can it be removed?” Nina asked curiously, staring up into his myrtle green eyes.
Uri smiled and reached for her hand, placing a kiss on the mark. “Trying to run away from me already?”
Nina raised an incredulous brow at him, her look saying that she wasn’t interested in the least. Uri snickered and lowered her hand. “It can only be removed by me or someone more powerful, and only with your permission. The minute you feel unsafe the mark will trigger and it won’t be able to be
“Since we’ll be under contract, no other Reaper can touch you. And if they try than I have every right to beat the crap out of them.” Uri said with an shit-eating grin and reached up to trail a finger down her arm. Nina stared at the finger curiously as she felt a strange heat trail in its wake.
Of course! Nina rolled her eyes, her mind returning to their conversation. Sibling rivalry. Something like: ‘I got your toy! Nana nana boo boo, stick your head in doo doo.’ But for extra time to have some semblance of a life, Nina would take sibling bullshit any day. But one question still remained. “How much time will I have on this temporary contract?”
Nina watched as Uri scratched his arm and rolled his head, thinking about how he would answer.
“Give or take three months in the Underworld. Something like the equivalent of three human days. It’s plenty of time to finish a bucket list, but not enough time to get pregnant or cause a lot of suspicion in the human world. It’s like 48 hours until a missing person report is filed, right? So one more day shouldn’t have the dogs out sniffing for you,” Uri said with a nod, scratching at his neck.
Three months. That’s how much time I get. It wasn’t really a bad bargain, in fact. But Nina could read between the lines and know that Uri would still get in trouble if they went through with it. Though probably not a lot of trouble, it would still be there.
Yet the selfish side of Nina acknowledged that she didn’t care if Uri got a little banged up if she got to live for three more months. A quote from what seemed a lifetime ago, popped up in her head: The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Would I be able to die after this bargain? Accept the inevitable after living on borrowed time? Nina wasn’t afraid of death; she’d met him, and he’d been nice. No, her biggest fear was the way she would die. Maybe she could have accepted getting hit by a car or even shot during a mugging-gone-bad. But death by serial killer father? Even Mark Twain would sympathize with her.
“I’ll do it,” Nina said, with a sharp nod. At the moment the option seemed like her best shot and, ever the pragmatic woman, Nina could accept when she was out of viable options.
Uri nodded solemnly. “Your hand,” he said, turning her hand over so that her palm faced down.
Nina gave him her hand, and a burn of ice and fire raced over the top of her hand, up her arm and into her heart. The whole world seemed to stand still as her heart gave a few heavy beats before settling into the slowest rhythm Nina had ever heard. Like her heart was on the cusp of death, just waiting for that last push.
Surprisingly, the cold Nina had felt around Uri was gone, replaced by just the slightest chill, like the chill from a fan set on low in the summertime. She looked down at herself to make sure she didn’t have gray skin, or anything weird like that. But, all in all, she was absolutely fine.
Staring at the mark only about the size of a quarter just below her thumb, Nina was amazed at how painful the small mark had been. On closer inspection, the little mark was very intricate, twisting and curving around strange lettering in the center.
“What does it say?” Nina asked curiously, poking at the mark.
“In the middle is my name and around it is the contract.” Uri said.
“Can it be removed?” Nina asked curiously, staring up into his myrtle green eyes.
Uri smiled and reached for her hand, placing a kiss on the mark. “Trying to run away from me already?”
Nina raised an incredulous brow at him, her look saying that she wasn’t interested in the least. Uri snickered and lowered her hand. “It can only be removed by me or someone more powerful, and only with your permission. The minute you feel unsafe the mark will trigger and it won’t be able to be
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