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mayor has something to do with this?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Maybe, but if that’s true than I’m guessing he’s probably not really the mayor, but a Reaper, working for a much powerful Reaper—our leader probably.”
“You think the leader of the Reapers has something to do with this?” I blow out a frustrated breath. “The murders? The number of people being possessed in the town multiplying overnight?”
“I’m not sure if the possession has anything to do with the increasing possession,” he explains. “I still think that’s the Anamotti trying to take down the last Grim Angel standing. I think things are getting close and their upping the forces.”
As my muscles wind in knots, I work to keep a steady voice. “Have things… is there only one Grim Angel left now?”
His brow crooks. “Well, that’d make it you, wouldn’t it?”
I nearly fall down and have to grip onto the bedpost for support. “Please tell me that’s not true.”
He rolls his eyes, like I just overreacted. “No, we haven’t gotten to that point yet. There’s still some left… although the numbers are small. And besides, you’d know when you were the last one standing because your inner Reaper and Angel would reveal.” He sighs and leans against my dresser. “But I think that’s the least of our problems now, because if the lovely mayor is working for the Reapers, then it could quite possibly mean that my leader could be here, which is very bad for you and for me too, considering my family’s rebellion to cooperate with the rules and order of the Reapers.”
“Why am I not surprised by that last fact?” I say then frown, thinking about the story Elliot told me. “When you say leader of the Reapers, do you mean the one that used to own that necklace you stole from me?”
“The one and only Altarius Vinceton.” His lips curve to a sinister grin. “And I never stole the necklace from you; your grandmother stole it from me.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “So you say.”
His grin darkens. “So I know.” We carry each other’s gazes, refusing to look away, and finally his facial expression softens. “Look, I want to help you, Ember, no matter what you think.”
I laugh sharply. “Oh, I doubt that.”
His feet shuffle across the carpet as he strides towards me. “Why so doubtful? Have I ever done anything to harm you?”
“You made me kill a person,” I remind him, noting that I have nowhere to go as he closes in on me.
“Which I brought back to life.” He takes another stride. The closer he gets, the more the lines on my arms beneath my gloves burn.
I back away, bumping into the bed and then fall down on the mattress on my butt. I continue to scoot back on the bed to get back the distance he’s stealing as he moves across my room.
“Well, if you want to help me, then give me the necklace. So it can protect me.”
“I can’t,” he says matter-of-factly as the front of his legs graze against the side of the bed. “My family needs it for their own protection. We’re not the most loved Grim Reapers in the clan, especially when stole the necklace to begin with.”
“I can’t imagine why,” I say sarcastically as my back brushes the wall.
He gets aggravated as he leans over the bed and hovers over me. “You know, I don’t know why you are so eager to believe that the necklace will protect you,” he says. “You know nothing about Elliot, other than he’s Asher’s uncle. It makes you really naïve to simply believe him because of that.”
I ignore the fact that his closeness accelerates my heart rate, telling myself that it’s just like at the lake and the cemetery, that he’s controlling it—me. However I’m not sure if it’s entirely true. “It doesn’t make me naïve. If I had a reason not to trust him, then I wouldn’t, but he hasn’t given me a reason yet.”
“But you don’t trust
He shrugs. “Maybe, but if that’s true than I’m guessing he’s probably not really the mayor, but a Reaper, working for a much powerful Reaper—our leader probably.”
“You think the leader of the Reapers has something to do with this?” I blow out a frustrated breath. “The murders? The number of people being possessed in the town multiplying overnight?”
“I’m not sure if the possession has anything to do with the increasing possession,” he explains. “I still think that’s the Anamotti trying to take down the last Grim Angel standing. I think things are getting close and their upping the forces.”
As my muscles wind in knots, I work to keep a steady voice. “Have things… is there only one Grim Angel left now?”
His brow crooks. “Well, that’d make it you, wouldn’t it?”
I nearly fall down and have to grip onto the bedpost for support. “Please tell me that’s not true.”
He rolls his eyes, like I just overreacted. “No, we haven’t gotten to that point yet. There’s still some left… although the numbers are small. And besides, you’d know when you were the last one standing because your inner Reaper and Angel would reveal.” He sighs and leans against my dresser. “But I think that’s the least of our problems now, because if the lovely mayor is working for the Reapers, then it could quite possibly mean that my leader could be here, which is very bad for you and for me too, considering my family’s rebellion to cooperate with the rules and order of the Reapers.”
“Why am I not surprised by that last fact?” I say then frown, thinking about the story Elliot told me. “When you say leader of the Reapers, do you mean the one that used to own that necklace you stole from me?”
“The one and only Altarius Vinceton.” His lips curve to a sinister grin. “And I never stole the necklace from you; your grandmother stole it from me.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “So you say.”
His grin darkens. “So I know.” We carry each other’s gazes, refusing to look away, and finally his facial expression softens. “Look, I want to help you, Ember, no matter what you think.”
I laugh sharply. “Oh, I doubt that.”
His feet shuffle across the carpet as he strides towards me. “Why so doubtful? Have I ever done anything to harm you?”
“You made me kill a person,” I remind him, noting that I have nowhere to go as he closes in on me.
“Which I brought back to life.” He takes another stride. The closer he gets, the more the lines on my arms beneath my gloves burn.
I back away, bumping into the bed and then fall down on the mattress on my butt. I continue to scoot back on the bed to get back the distance he’s stealing as he moves across my room.
“Well, if you want to help me, then give me the necklace. So it can protect me.”
“I can’t,” he says matter-of-factly as the front of his legs graze against the side of the bed. “My family needs it for their own protection. We’re not the most loved Grim Reapers in the clan, especially when stole the necklace to begin with.”
“I can’t imagine why,” I say sarcastically as my back brushes the wall.
He gets aggravated as he leans over the bed and hovers over me. “You know, I don’t know why you are so eager to believe that the necklace will protect you,” he says. “You know nothing about Elliot, other than he’s Asher’s uncle. It makes you really naïve to simply believe him because of that.”
I ignore the fact that his closeness accelerates my heart rate, telling myself that it’s just like at the lake and the cemetery, that he’s controlling it—me. However I’m not sure if it’s entirely true. “It doesn’t make me naïve. If I had a reason not to trust him, then I wouldn’t, but he hasn’t given me a reason yet.”
“But you don’t trust
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