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be
silently screaming, pounding on metaphorical walls, hoping that
someone would save him.
    Dammit Aiden, you are a Reaper, quit
being a pussy .
    He had never been in the habit of listening
to the human side of himself, it was the Reaper side that he
favored. Yeah, the one that just called him a pussy. So, he pushed
away the previous thoughts about what he was doing and told the
human side of him, the one who took pity on the soul, to fuck
off.
    Unwilling to wait a moment longer, Aiden
parted his lips, let his jaw fall open and let nature take its
course.
    The moment the soul entered his body a jolt
of energy spread within him, making its way to almost every nerve
ending. He opened his mouth a little wider, letting in more of the
soul at once, and his upper body jolted with an almost orgasmic
feeling as the last of the beautiful mist was consumed into
him.
    Every part of him suddenly seemed stronger,
as it always did after reaping. His blood was pumping hard through
his veins, his muddled thoughts finally seemed to clear and every
muscle in his body ached to be used. He felt like he could lift a
fucking car.
    Suddenly, a flicker of silver passed between
the tombs nearby.
    Dammit, the Keeper knows I’m here. Time to
go.
    Fighting the urge to kick the Keeper’s ass
just for interrupting his high, he took off at a dead run. Dodging
the plots, headstones and all the other types of grave markers, he
made for his car, wanting to get out of there before the Keeper
could catch him.
    Yup, always better to avoid the fight, even
when you wanted one.
    He passed through the gate of the cemetery
and skidded to a stop in front of his car. With a yank, he pulled
open the driver door and slid behind the wheel. A turn of the key
and his Mustang came to life with a low rumble. He shifted into
drive and hit the gas, leaving the graveyard and the Keeper in the
darkness behind him.
    He drew in a long breath and then released
it slowly from between his lips. Damn, he still wanted to punch
something. Another meditating breath in and out didn’t help any
more than the first one did.
    “Son of a bitch.” Aiden slammed his fist
into the wheel, causing the car to swerve over the road a little
bit. Sometimes taking a soul had the same effect as snorting a line
of cocaine. Once a thought hits you, you just had to fucking do
it.
    Keeping his eyes on the road, he took one
hand off the wheel and struggled out of that damn hoodie. It was
too hot to wear the thing for long, but it was necessary when he
had to go into any of the graveyards.
    Instead of going back to the boat, he
decided to head on over to the club and see what was going on
there. Maybe the urge to hit something would dissipate if he
released his tension in a different way.
    He parked in the back lot of the club and
headed around the corner where a line took up most of the block.
Some of the patrons waved to him as he strode by them and right up
to the bouncer at door.
    “Hey, Aiden! What’s doin?” Little John, the
big, bald, tattooed bouncer held out his knuckles for a fist
bump.
    Aiden met the guys extended fist with his
own and nodded. “Not much, or else I wouldn’t be here, now would
I?” he teased.
    “Aw, come on now. Don’t hate.”
    Smiling, Aiden stepped forward when Little
John unlatched the velvet rope to let him through. “Anything good
in there?” he asked.
    “Two brunettes, silver skirt and red
dress.”
    “Nice.” Aiden nodded, trusting Little Johns
judgment on the ladies.
    He turned his head just in time to see a
couple of ladies in line staring at him and crinkle their faces in
disgust. They had obviously heard the comments between him and
Little John. Once they saw that he spotted them, they quickly put
their heads closer together and the whispering started.
    With a sigh, he shook his head and clapped
Little John on the shoulder. “I’ll see ya later, man.”
    “Have fun.” The bouncer nodded to him and
clipped the velvet rope back onto the post in front