Page 1 of My Karmic Destiny

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NEW REAPER ON THE BLOCK

TESSA

“Wake up, newbie,” a voice orders. “Death waits for no one.” The woman cackles with her joke.

Gods be damned.

I crack my eyes open to find Glamour Death Barbie looming over us, cocking her hip and smacking her bubblegum. Okay, her real name is Megan, but with her glittery pink outfit, I think my nickname suits the agent of Death better.

Dante groans next to me and rolls over to dismiss the annoying woman acting as our personal alarm clock. Unfortunately, he takes the covers with him, and I’m left exposed in all my birthday suit glory.

Thanks, brat.

Megan’s eyes dip down to take in my nudity.

I’d normally cover up, but whatever. Pulling the covers off Dante to hide nakedness and then reveal my man’s fine assets isn’t an option.

Her eyes flicker in his direction. The corners of her mouth pull down briefly in disappointment.

Nope. I’m not sharing his hotness with anyone by snatching the covers back. It’s not that I’m the possessive type. It’s that I’ve just been through hell, and I deserve something that’s mine… for however long I get to enjoy him and this new lease on life.

One thing I’ve learned as a supernatural agent for the gods is that nothing is guaranteed. Life is fragile as fuck. I should know, I’m a death agent now. Technically. Apparently, it’s my first day on the job. No notice. Wonderful.

“Enjoying the view?” I smirk, and Megan finally averts her eyes. I hop out of bed, throw on a robe, and grab my shower caddie. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes,” I say over my shoulder and head down the hallway to the community bathroom.

I still can’t believe my former boss, Instant Karma, made all her agents share a massive bathroom like we are in dorms or barracks. Would it have killed her to put in private ensuites for everyone?

Instant Karma really was a bitch.

Maybe I can petition the new owner of this mansion, Original Karma, to renovate the place.

I haven’t seen her since we vanquished Instant Karma over a week ago. We’ve all been enjoying some time off, but my new boss, Death—yes,TheDeath—wants to begin my training.

Thankfully, all the agents here have been relaxing at the Karma estate and no one is up and about this early, so I have the entire bathroom to myself. I make quick work of the five-person shower stall. Yeah, even showers are communal. What is this junior high gym?

I suppose it makes sense. Instant Karma wanted to keep us off-kilter and continue the hazing process for her agents as long as possible.

I’m not ashamed of my body, especially since Dante’s love of my curves has given me a new appreciation for them.

Ah, Dante… I already miss snuggling with him. I really wish I had a few more days to chill out and heal from everything that’s happened since I’ve become an agent of the gods.

Hell, my life has never been easy. My parents were abusive, and when I ran away as a teen, my mom died trying to find me. Then I lived on the streets, and I had to deal with a string of asshole bosses and boyfriends.

What doesn’t kill me, makes me snarkier… Is that how the saying goes?

I’m a just a bunch of coping mechanisms and inappropriate humor on legs.

After drying off, I wrap the towel around my body. I’m bent over the sink and brushing my teeth when I hear the door open behind me.

“Thank you,precious. That’s a beautiful sight to wake up and see.”

Kurtis. My former Instant Karma team member swaggers up to the vanity and leans his tall, athletic frame against the marble countertop, crosses his muscular arms, and smiles at me.

Ugh, I hope the nickname precious isn’t making a comeback.

Kurtis is a flirt, and mostly harmless. His steel gray eyes travel over my exposed skin and then he seems to catch himself. He clears his throat and nods toward the door and the hallway beyond. “I see you’re being summoned for work already.”

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