Finally she looks back to me. “But in the end, if you want your freedom, you have to make him love you, and if you can’t make him do that, at least make him want you around. I know it seems counterproductive, but if you do, he’ll give you all the freedom in the world. And I know there’s some prophecy about Death falling in love again. Maybe you could play into that?” I scoff, shaking my head. “No. First of all, I’m not that good of an actress.” “Not even if your life depends on it?” My mouth opens and closes again. When she puts it that way… “Second of all, he’s Death. I don’t think Death can
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