Calling on the Reaper (The Reapers #1)

by Haley Tyler

Just because I was a Reaper didn’t mean I was heartless—well, technically, I was, but I wasn’t an asshole. Well, actually, I was that, too.

It wasn’t her I wanted—not her vessel. It was her soul. Her entire being. It was her. It was fucking ridiculous.

She had a way of creeping under my skin and forcing herself into the empty cavity where my soul should’ve been. She was a manipulator. She’d manipulated me the night I saved her, and she was manipulating me now.

Not my little bird.

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

Suddenly, huge, cold hands wrapped around my waist and yanked me back, throwing me back onto the dirty rooftop.

months. I know you, Raven. I fucking know you. The only thing you need to know about me is that I’m fucking obsessed with you. I live and breathe to be around you. I survive to be with you. I haven’t found a way to end my fucking existence because of you, because you’re my fucking soul. The little shreds of it I have left,” he rubbed his chest, “they’re yours. My sole reason to exist is you.”