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terror.

Are you here to free me?

No.

To kill me?

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No. He’d been there to do his job: harvest the darksouls, denying them any hope of rebirth or redemption.

Bastard.

She wriggled a little, testing his hold. His weight

was like a cement block on her back. But cement could

crumble; she just needed to find the right angle and hit

it hard. Her preternatural strength and enhanced senses

would be little help in this battle.

She wasn’t up against a mortal, but a soul reaper.

However powerful she was, he was more so.

“It’s…good to see you,” he murmured against her ear.

“You can’t see anything but the back of my head.”

He laughed. She could feel the movement of his

chest against her back.

“Get off,” she rasped.

A pause. He shifted, the front of his thighs melding

to the backs of hers, the ridges and bumps of his pelvis

hard against her buttocks. He was lean and honed, his

body a weapon.

“Get off?” He sounded amused, and she realized the

alternate ways her comment could be taken. Then his

tone hardened. “I think not.”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying.” Her quip was a poor

mask for the panic that threatened to overtake her as

she groped for a plan. She hated the cloying fear, hated

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