Page 34 of My Karmic Destiny

Megan takes this moment to pop in and catch me pinned against the counter.

Her smirk tells me I’m in for a ribbing today. “Let’s get a move on, hot lips. Death waits for no one… well, but us right now.” She chuckles at her own joke.

“Hey, Megan.” Evan steps to my side and slides his arm behind me. He kisses the top of my head and wishes me goodbye. “Have a good day, sweetheart.”

I hold my hand out to Megan as my eyes widen, and we transport out of there.

When we land in the underworld, Megan gasps. “What the ever-living-me was that?”

“Apparently, I’m going to try dating all three?” I shrug because it sounds so weird to admit.

“Damn! They’re all hot as hellfire. Are you going to have orgies? Any male on male action?” She waggles her brows.

“Uh. Slow down, perv.” I chuckle when she gives me a perturbed look. “I’m going to just go on a few dates. I’m not having sex parties yet.”

“Yet?” Of course she picks that word out of what I said. “All I’m hearing is that is definitely on the agenda.”

Death sweeps into the room and his cloaked figure with his overpowering presence sends a chill racing up my spine.

“Hello, agents,” he greets us with his baritone that rumbles the ground.

“Hello, sir,” we acknowledge him.

“Tessa, I hear yesterday’s reaps went very well.” He turns to me and asks, “How do you feel?”

“Better than I thought. I wasn’t sure if I could handle it, but I’m more confident now.”

“Good,” he says, and I almost hear the smile in the shadows. “I will now bestow upon you the powers of a reaper. Transportation magic and invisibility being the most helpful to you. I also offer you my specter awareness, fragmented soul collection, and astral projection, even though you have your own abilities in these areas.”

He waves his sleeved arm in my direction, and I feel a wash of vibrating tingles settle over me.

My hands glow with godly magic.

“If you are amenable, Megan can train you on your new powers,” he says with a question in his tone.

“Yes, Megan’s been great. And thank you.”

“You’re welcome, little one. Call for me if you need any assistance.” Death tilts his head farewell and disappears.

Curious, I ask Megan, “Have you ever asked him for help?”

“I did a few times when I first started. Only do it if you’re in a bad way. Otherwise, call me and I’ll come help.”

“Really?” I ask with awe. “Will I be able to hear you?”

“Should be able to. We rarely need help, but weird shit can happen when you’re dealing with the supernatural and the gods.”

Yeah, she ain’t kidding.

15

POLYCURIOUS

KURTIS

It’s happening!

Holy fucking shit. Am I really going to be in a polycule? Will Tessa really want this?

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