“You are cruel,” I spat. “Says one of the cruelest creatures who has ever lived,” Death snarled back, taking a step closer. His hands never left his pockets. “You are so fractured, and nothing helped, did it? Nothing fixed what ached and bled in your soul, not until…” Death’s form changed, masculine features melting into a smaller, lithe frame. Dark hair spilled down her back, a few wavy strands cascading over her shoulders. “Me.”
