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reality. I believe what I can see and touch with my own hands.” Nina said as she stopped under the shade of a tree, her lecture hall right in front of her. Reaching out, she grabbed his arm, feeling a numbing cold shoot up her hand and go straight to her heart. Definitely him .
     
    “And I’m touching you, ergo you must be real. That is the only probable explanation to the fact that you seem to be as cold--no pun intended--as Death. Not only that, but you’re able to control people’s will, go into their minds, and appear and disappear as if you were never there. I accept that you are Death. But I’m curious... How am I seeing Death? I’m alive and breathing?” Nina finished, forcing her numb hand off of his arm and finding that she could breathe again, even if her throat was a bit parched and her lips felt cracked like she’d been out in the cold.
     
    Nina watched Grim closely, daring him to tell her she was wrong, or laugh and say it was all a joke and he was just one freaking awesome magician. But of course reality is so unlike the movies, you anticipate someone’s actions only to be disappointed when you are utterly wrong. Nina was utterly wrong.
     
    “I could tell you the truth, which would likely ruin your day. Or we could go and grab a cup of coffee and I’ll let you ask all those questions buzzing around in your head. Which would you prefer?” Death asked, with such politeness Nina almost missed the whole “ruin your day” thing. But she wasn’t an idiot, as she liked to remind herself often.
     
    She’d read somewhere that if given the choice to know that you were going to die, most people would like to know. Maybe that was because they wanted to stop it, or live however they wanted for as long as they had left. But to Nina it didn’t matter; death was inevitable, so why fear it? Humans were born to die; it was one of the consequences of life: nothing lives forever.
     
    “Coffee and questions,” Nina said after another moment, giving her lecture hall a longing look as she watched her money going down the proverbial drain. “But, before I forget: do you have a name besides Death? It would be weird if someone heard me calling you Death,” Nina said as she started walking again, this time in the direction of the small cafe on campus.
     
    “You’re quite a curiosity, Amica ,” Nina heard Death chuckle beside her, and she cast him a sidelong glance with a questioning brow; Name?
     
    “Grim,” he said finally, making Nina snort: “Should’ve known.”
     
    The laugh that flowed from him was throaty and sexy all at once, and had Nina squirming uneasily as she walked. Stupid! You can’t be attracted to Death! He’ll literally kill you! That thought cooled Nina’s ardor quickly as they continued to walk towards the cafe.
     
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    Five hours, two lattes, and a turkey Panini latter, Nina had all but exhausted her questions. The old adage, “curiosity killed the cat,” didn’t apply to Nina for two reasons: 1) talking to Grim basically meant she had one foot in the grave already, and 2) it didn’t kill the cat, it killed her very grounded belief in what she could see, hear, smell, and touch, because some of the things he described sounded like they came right out of a Monsterpedia.
     
    Still, her fascination at talking with someone who was literally a living relic far surpassed her suffocating fear that she would die soon. In fact, talking with Grim she’d all but forgotten he was Death. Actually, when they’d started talking about history and the modern world in comparison to the vagabonds of the 12th century and the prophets that people had named their gods of today, the attraction she’d first felt spark inside her ignited like a roaring fire!
     
    Even now, nursing the last few sips of her vanilla latte, she couldn’t help but lean closer to him and lower her voice to a seductive purr. “So, you’re telling me that you were actually there during the Great Flood?”