Page 75 of Dante's Circle Reborn

She wasn’t sure if she should move him. She wasn’t sure what she should do at all.

His scythe had fallen when he had, and she supposed she was lucky that he hadn’t used the thing on her—or accidentally cut himself when he lost consciousness.

The blade looked sharp, that wicked curve familiar and devastating.

She didn’t know exactly how reapers worked, mostly because she had never met one before. For it was said that if you were to meet a reaper, that was your end. They lived amid the shadows. Although she knew some lived within all the realms, hiding amongst the realm’s people as if they belonged there.

Only she had never seen this man before.

Hesitantly, she reached out and traced her fingers along his strong brow. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch as she touched him, but she could feel his breath on her skin.

He was alive, merely passed out.

Was the thought of being her mate so overwhelming that he would lose consciousness?

She didn’t know if she should find comfort in that thought, or be a little insulted.

After all, she hadn’t passed out after discovering that the man who was going to kill her was also her mate.

Wasn’t that a bit of irony, considering she spoke of death and he was death itself?

“Eva!”

Eva looked over her shoulder as her sister ran towards her, her long skirts billowing around her ankles.

Her sister Jasmine loved wearing long skirts and dresses, even though Eva was more a fan of jeans or leather pants.

Jasmine was softer and sweeter and a mother to four lovely children. She was the picture of maternal perfection, and though she screamed of death if she was near those who were slated to die, she did it with grace and dignity. Eva was a little jealous.

Eva herself tended to scream, her eyes wide, her cheeks turning red, and her sclera getting bloodshot.

She wasn’t a pretty crier, and she was an even worse screamer.

And yet, she had sung for her mate…her reaper.

The other banshees used to make fun of her when she was younger, trying to control her power. But she was finding her place. Or, at least, she had been until she realized that the man that lay in front of her was her endandher future.

No, that wasn’t correct. He couldn’t be her future, not if this was her end.

And that meant there would be no mating for her.

“I’m fine, Jasmine,” Eva said, keeping her hands on the man. She should probably let go of him, but she didn’t want to. She liked touching him. Her soul reached out to him.

Well, she didn’t want it to reach out too far, or he would just take it, and then she would be dead, wouldn’t she?

“A reaper?” Jasmine said, her hands at her mouth.

“He’s just passed out. I didn’t kill him. Though I don’t know if you can actually kill a reaper. Can you?”

“I heard your song of death, and now a reaper’s in front of you. My God, sister, what happened? You didn’t scream. Yousang… How is that possible? That only happens in cases of immense change.”

“I don’t really know. He just showed up, stepped out of the shadows, and looked at me.” She wasn’t sure if she should tell Jasmine the rest, but this was her big sister. She knew every one of Eva’s secrets—not that she had many. “I fell to my knees and sang because I sensed death. But I don’t know whose it was. Mine? Perhaps because he is a reaper, and he came for me.”

“We will not let this happen. He does not get to have you.”

She shook her head. “You know there’s no running from the yell, let alone the song of a banshee. Just like there’s no running from the scythe of a reaper.”

“There’s always a first for everything. Why are you touching him?”

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