Gods and Graves

What do you do when you have no identity, no name, no past? You create one.

For as long as I can remember, I've been trapped in a minuscule room. All I know is the monotonous routine of reaping souls and then returning to my prison. And pain. Lots of pain.

Everything changes when I'm compelled to reap the souls of an elite supernatural warrior team.

Krystian, the flirty elf hiding dark secrets.

Zaid, the sweet wraith who deteriorates all of my defenses, one carefully selected word at a time.

Rafael, the psychotic blood fae who wishes to possess and claim me.

And Everett, the ornery leader of the group, hiding away a lethal monster.

Imagine my surprise when they're the first beings in centuries who can actually see me. Hear me. Feel me. Somehow, I'm a real girl again, in a real body, with real emotions.

And what happened to me? Apparently, that's not normal.

Who locked me away for all these years and why? If I'm not a reaper, then...what am I?

One thing's for certain-the gods are playing dangerous games with our lives, and if we're not smart about our next step, we'll end up in the grave.