Sworn to the Shadow God (Aspect and Anchor #2)

by Ruby Dixon

Close proximity…to an idiot he hated…for all eternity.

this honestly does sound awful

They say it’s not a boys club anymore, but they’re fucking lying liars that lie.

I've had jobs like this too

I suck in a deep breath and slowly, slowly turn around. I'm not prepared for the god of Death to be young. Or gorgeous.

To my surprise, he reaches over and touches my face. His fingers skate lightly over my cheek. Not in a creepy way, but the way a blind person would if they were learning someone's face. I don't know what to make of that, so I remain perfectly still as he traces his fingertips over my brows and along my cheekbone. His touch is cool against mine, but not in an unpleasant sense. It reminds me of peppermint, oddly enough, the sharp bite and tingle of a chill that invigorates rather than repulses.

Is that the lesson I'm supposed to learn from being in this world? It's not about questing at all, just teaching me that I'm not special? If so, message delivered. Loud and clear.

A strange expression crosses his face and he leans in. “Why’s your husband look like that?” Uh oh. Are we busted already? I turn to Rhagos and give him my best dopey newlywed smile, grabbing his hand and holding it tight. He still doesn’t look quite human. His skin is that unearthly pale, as if he’s never had a tan—and he probably hasn’t—and there’s something a little…extra about him. Like he’s a hundred and fifty percent of person crammed into a regular body and doesn’t quite fit. “He’s just pale. Been sick. And I’m sure the quarters you’ve got for us are fine.” I lean in. “Vossa said you shouldn’t ask questions.”