Gods, Graves, and the Reaper

I have no name and no past, only a tiny locked room, constant pain, and a routine of reaping souls before I am sent back to my prison.

That duty shifts when I am compelled to reap an elite supernatural warrior team: Krystian, a flirty elf guarding dark secrets; Zaid, a sweet wraith who lowers my defenses one careful word at a time; Rafael, a psychotic blood fae intent on possessing and claiming me; and Everett, their ornery leader,

who hides a lethal monster.

For the first time in centuries, someone can see, hear, and feel me, and I am suddenly a real girl in a real body with real emotions.

Whatever was done to me is not normal, and I still do not know who imprisoned me or what I am if I am not a reaper.

The gods are toying with our lives, and a careless next move could leave every one of us in the grave.