Calling on the Reaper (The Reapers #1)

by Haley Tyler

I wouldn’t reap her tonight, but maybe I would tomorrow.

A familiar, sweet smell hit me moments before a giant hand snaked into the shower, a black rose held tightly in it. He held it patiently, but I couldn’t move. Not when my stalker was handing me a rose.

Her dark hair shifted to the side, exposing her pale back and showing off the scythe tattooed down her spine.

I conjured a single black rose and left it on her doorstep, right above The Grim Reaper printed on her welcome mat.

I live and breathe to be around you. I survive to be with you.

Can I get one?

The little shreds of it I have left,” he rubbed his chest, “they’re yours. My sole reason to exist is you.”

AHHHHHHHH

“Because their souls weren’t tied to mine,”