We're all monsters when you peel away the skin.
I'm hiding beneath an engineered husk. I steal memories and devour souls. My handler says I need to stop suppressing my gift and running from the past, but I'll need to do both to pass my probationary assignment as a reaper. Too bad my gift has other plans. Gods help me because it wants him-the man I accidentally resurrected. Now my soul is enslaved to a human with a price on his head. A human intent on dragging me straight back to hell.
I've been broken since the day I was born. Self-destructive behavior. Check. Voices in my head. Yeah. Out of body experiences. Okay... that one's new. My memory's been whacked since the accident, but I'm sure of one thing. My boss is hiding something. I don't know what her damage is, but it runs as deep as my own, and I'm determined to unravel her secrets-even if it kills me.
For fans of mythology, magic, and sizzling slow burns.