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He closes his eyes tight.

“Hands.”

I smile and sigh contentedly.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

After placing my knife back in the pocket under my skirt, I place my hands around his throat.

“Eyes open.”

He blinks his eyes open as a tear trails down his cheek.

“How many times did you make your wife cry?”

Recognition shows on his face, and I know he thinks she sent me. I don’t even know her.

“Did she do this?”

I smile softly at him before I reply.

“No. You did this.”

Tightening my hands around his throat, I stare into his eyes, as he shakes his head back and forth. He wants to fight me, but he knows his death will be far more bloody and painful. I wait for the moment I hear his words. This is how I know Nico is with me. Every time I kill someone, I hear his voice.

‘Let the darkness in, living dead girl. Don’t fight it. I promise it’ll feel good.’

As Christian dies, and I don’t hear those words, the emptiness fills me once again. Despair. I get off him and fall to my knees beside his dead body.

“Nico,” I sob into my hands, and like he was waiting for me to break, his voice is there, in my head once again.

“Living dead girl, this is beautiful, baby, but this trail of dead bodies in my family cemetery is beginning to cause problems.”

Turning to the sound, I know I’ve gone crazy when I lift my gaze, and see him staring at me with a heated expression.

“Nico,” I gasp.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

REAPER

She looks fucking stunning, broken for me, on her knees, tears on her cheeks, eyes blown wide with her murderous lust, and I have no fucking idea how I’ve managed to keep my distance from her for six weeks. My neck doesn’t tingle with the need to end a life. Instead, my entire body thrums with desire for her, my living dead girl.

I motion for her to come over to me, and she slowly rises to her feet and walks to me, looking like the beautiful angel of death she is. Dressed in white, a picture of innocence, when she is anything but. She reaches me, and immediately places her hands on my chest, as more tears fall.

“Nico.”

Sliding my hand into her soft blonde curls, I lean down and inhale her scent. Bella grabs my shirt and speaks low.

“Tell me you’re here. Or am I crazy?”

I chuckle softly.

“You’re definitely crazy, living dead girl, but I’m here.”

Her lashes flutter as she raises her gaze to mine.

“I thought I killed you.”

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