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removed.”
Nina nodded somberly and placed her hand at her side, resisting the urge to scratch at it. It wasn’t that it was itchy, but it was strange to suddenly have a tattoo looking mark on her hand. The closest that she’d gotten to a permanent mark on her skin was the slight scar on her ankle from when she’d broken her ankle as a kid.
“You ready to go?” Uri asked her pleasantly, like they were talking about grabbing a bite to eat instead of going to the Underworld.
“Um? I guess so,” Nina said after a pause, getting up and watching Uri move with her. “Is there like a bus or something?”
Uri laughed out loud, tears springing to the corners of his eyes. “Nah,” Uri said around a laugh, wiping at his eyes. “We’re going to use this. But next time we’ll take the d-death bus!” Uri said, bursting out laughing and clutching his sides.
Nina glared at him with her hands on her hips. “I was being serious! I mean, you’re wearing an Ed-Hardy T-shirt for goodness sake! A bus doesn’t seem so improbable if you look at it that way.”
She watched Uri look down at his shirt and laugh again as he swung his arm and a portal suddenly appeared. “Yeah,” Uri said around his last fit of giggles, “I guess you're right. But seriously, not everything you read or watch is true. Only some of it,” Uri said with a waggle of his brows, making him look like he was a high school prankster.
Nina smirked as she grabbed his extended hand and walked through the portal as if she was walking through someone’s front door.
CHAPTER SIX
Grim pressed his seal into the last envelope and leaned back in his chair, stretching his body in an entirely too human gesture. Guess I was there too long, Grim thought as he smiled and flexed his hands, watching the skin draw back against the bone and blood rush through the veins in a parody of a human body.
“Samuel!” Grim heard his mother screech, rattling as she entered his study with a flurry of black cloth and ivory bones. “I don’t know why you insist on wearing that form when you have already shed. It disgraces your lineage to wear the guise of a human,” she said with a scathing, haughty air, scythe trailing after her form as she rounded on him.
Fog enfolded Grim once again as he resumed his skull-and-bones look, the epitome of a Grim Reaper. “And that fog! It’s so annoying! I wish you would stop using it. It’s not as if we all haven’t seen you transform!” she snapped loudly, shaking her head as she gathered up the cards in front of him.
Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean that I am! Grim wanted to snap back at his mother, but wisely kept his bones quiet and his power firmly in check. Fighting with his harridan mother had never helped either of them. The only thing that helped was his extended absence from her presence. Not that that’s going to happen anytime soon.
Even now, talk of the coming succession and marriage were abuzz in the castle walls, taunting him with the life he was about to be forced into. The life all kings were forced into. His father had reminded him of that, harshly, when uncertainty had crept into him and he’d sought comfort and understanding.
Fat chance of finding it here , his consciousness taunted as the words that had been said to him for the last hundred years whispered through his mind. It’s a political alliance, a truce of mutual assured destruction to both the Castoffs and the Bloodspurns. It is a necessary evil.
“Stop looking so grim, Samuel.” His mother hissed at him, shuffling through the envelopes to make sure he had sealed each one.
Of course the irony of her comment wasn’t lost on him. Grim Reapers being grim; there’s a pun in there somewhere, he thought, pushing back from his desk and rising. “I apologize, Mother, if I am not ecstatic about signing over my future happiness to a child I’ve never even
Nina nodded somberly and placed her hand at her side, resisting the urge to scratch at it. It wasn’t that it was itchy, but it was strange to suddenly have a tattoo looking mark on her hand. The closest that she’d gotten to a permanent mark on her skin was the slight scar on her ankle from when she’d broken her ankle as a kid.
“You ready to go?” Uri asked her pleasantly, like they were talking about grabbing a bite to eat instead of going to the Underworld.
“Um? I guess so,” Nina said after a pause, getting up and watching Uri move with her. “Is there like a bus or something?”
Uri laughed out loud, tears springing to the corners of his eyes. “Nah,” Uri said around a laugh, wiping at his eyes. “We’re going to use this. But next time we’ll take the d-death bus!” Uri said, bursting out laughing and clutching his sides.
Nina glared at him with her hands on her hips. “I was being serious! I mean, you’re wearing an Ed-Hardy T-shirt for goodness sake! A bus doesn’t seem so improbable if you look at it that way.”
She watched Uri look down at his shirt and laugh again as he swung his arm and a portal suddenly appeared. “Yeah,” Uri said around his last fit of giggles, “I guess you're right. But seriously, not everything you read or watch is true. Only some of it,” Uri said with a waggle of his brows, making him look like he was a high school prankster.
Nina smirked as she grabbed his extended hand and walked through the portal as if she was walking through someone’s front door.
CHAPTER SIX
Grim pressed his seal into the last envelope and leaned back in his chair, stretching his body in an entirely too human gesture. Guess I was there too long, Grim thought as he smiled and flexed his hands, watching the skin draw back against the bone and blood rush through the veins in a parody of a human body.
“Samuel!” Grim heard his mother screech, rattling as she entered his study with a flurry of black cloth and ivory bones. “I don’t know why you insist on wearing that form when you have already shed. It disgraces your lineage to wear the guise of a human,” she said with a scathing, haughty air, scythe trailing after her form as she rounded on him.
Fog enfolded Grim once again as he resumed his skull-and-bones look, the epitome of a Grim Reaper. “And that fog! It’s so annoying! I wish you would stop using it. It’s not as if we all haven’t seen you transform!” she snapped loudly, shaking her head as she gathered up the cards in front of him.
Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean that I am! Grim wanted to snap back at his mother, but wisely kept his bones quiet and his power firmly in check. Fighting with his harridan mother had never helped either of them. The only thing that helped was his extended absence from her presence. Not that that’s going to happen anytime soon.
Even now, talk of the coming succession and marriage were abuzz in the castle walls, taunting him with the life he was about to be forced into. The life all kings were forced into. His father had reminded him of that, harshly, when uncertainty had crept into him and he’d sought comfort and understanding.
Fat chance of finding it here , his consciousness taunted as the words that had been said to him for the last hundred years whispered through his mind. It’s a political alliance, a truce of mutual assured destruction to both the Castoffs and the Bloodspurns. It is a necessary evil.
“Stop looking so grim, Samuel.” His mother hissed at him, shuffling through the envelopes to make sure he had sealed each one.
Of course the irony of her comment wasn’t lost on him. Grim Reapers being grim; there’s a pun in there somewhere, he thought, pushing back from his desk and rising. “I apologize, Mother, if I am not ecstatic about signing over my future happiness to a child I’ve never even
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