Broken Souls (Book of Shadows)

Eighteen

Eighteen

HIM

Khalid’s girl isn’t picking up.

He has his phone to his ear. His shoulders are tense. His knuckles are white, and I can hear it ringing from my side of the car.

Riiiing.

The hairs on my arms rise as I stare out the window, a sudden thought occurring to me. Fuck.

Riiiing.

The beat of Khalid’s heart picks up, and so does mine.

How the hel did I not realize this before?

Riiiing.

I can smell the panic being pushed out of his pores, the rush of adrenaline pumping through his body.

His phone drops.

And my heart stops.

The reaper is never afraid.

My head turns to him.