The Reaper's Kiss by Abigail Baker

Author:Abigail Baker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Select Otherworld; paranormal; paranormal romance; romance; Reapers; PNR; tattoos; blackmail; on the road; road romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-06-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

“Death is our mission. Not egalitarianism.”

—Bill of Stygian Rights, Preamble

“She can’t run forever,” said a voice from the other side of the cracked barn door. “Turn her in.”

“I don’t know where she is.” Brent’s voice was deeper than I had ever heard.

“You’ll be charged for a Level Ten for harboring a terrorist if you don’t hand her over. We know you’re together to overthrow Marin’s seat.”

I cupped a hand over my mouth. A terrorist? Overthrow Marin?

“You weren’t listening, son. I said I don’t know where she is.”

“We have a warrant decreed by Head Reaper Marin to search any location on the basis of suspicion.” In the crack between the doors, the Watchman moved into eyeshot. He was quite young, but his eyes shimmered as bright as the moon. He was primed for a fight. “Let us search the property, and we won’t make further trouble for you.”

Brent hooted with laughter. “You are going to make trouble for me?”

“We’ll do what we have to, Eidolon Hume.” There was no mistaking his trepidation.

“What’s going on?” Wallie was outside the barn, somewhere I couldn’t see.

“You are not allowed on this property without permission, Watchmen.” And there was Sue Ellen.

“We’re here for Scrivener Olivia Iris Dormier, ma’am.”

Brent left no opportunity for further conversation before he shifted into that lightless phantom. Sue Ellen’s yelp echoed when a gang of Reapers swarmed him.

I started to pull the barn door open to help, when a hand found mine. Yellow eyes, like the headlights of a far-off car, stared at me. The rebel’s grip was unrelenting as he dragged me across the barn toward a door that hung ajar. Another pair of yellow eyes peered through the door, waiting for us.

“Come with us,” a teenage female Reaper murmured, grabbing my hand to help her young ally steer me toward the forest behind the barn.

I glanced over my shoulder, thinking of Brent defending a Scrivener from a hoard of Watchmen. Surely he could take them, but there was no dignity in running if it meant leaving him to fight my battle.

I resisted the young Reapers’ pulls. “I’ve got to help him.”

“No,” one cried. “Brent told us to hide you if they come.”

“We have a spot where they’ll never find you,” said another voice from behind me. I turned to see yet another Reaper helping to shuffle me off into hiding.

“Brent knew they’d come?” I said.

“The Watchmen always come looking for trouble.”

I stole another glance at the barn. A flash of black and white galloped toward us. Dudley’s tail circled like a propeller. Thank Hades he made it.

“Come on.” One rebel coiled her arms around my waist and pulled me toward the forest where Dudley had already disappeared.

One leap over a cluster of branches and we were encircled by a fortress of trunks, underbrush, and weeping spirits. Foliage scrabbled at my limbs. Twigs snapped underfoot. Disembodied hands of the ghosts grasped at us. The three young rebels knew the forest well, guiding Dudley and me over logs and patches of woolly moss.

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