Only the Strong (Death Gate Grim Reapers, #5)

by Amanda M. Lee

Even though I was exhausted, I was smiling when I slipped into sleep. Darkness surrounded me there for a long time, to the point where I felt like I was floating on an invisible cloud in a sea of black. I was so weary my brain didn’t want to work.

“Nope. I plan on being one of those old ladies who says whatever comes to her mind while wearing inappropriate leggings and drinking bourbon in my tea in the middle of the day.”