Unreap My Heart (The Reaper Series) Read Online Free PDF

processed the souls of the dead, nothing seemed all that impossible. Weird, for sure, but not impossible.
    His hair fell like needles over his forehead, stopping just above his eyes. And what awesome eyes they were—all black with a white center. They reminded her of a bull’s eye but without the red in the middle. Those eyes looked at her now, and she shivered. He seemed to see straight into the place where she hid all her secrets.
    He had a face made for magazine covers. Could someone say GQ model? That razor sharp jaw and those angular features caught the light prefectly. If she’d had a camera she wouldn’t mind snapping a few pictures. And those lips…she stopped. She didn’t know him, and something told her she shouldn’t get to know him.
    She reminded herself to focus on Niko. He slept in that coffin, and if she didn’t say yes to whatever Tomas and Death had planned, God only knew what would happen to him. Tomas had said Niko couldn’t stay in the coffin for long. If she resisted or wasted more time, she had no idea how it would affect him. She wanted him back alive and healthy, with all his parts intact. She hadn’t come to the Crossroads to save him only to lose him in the end because she didn’t help out. She could do this. She repeated the words in her head like a mantra. She couldn’t consider the alternative if she failed.
    She tore her gaze from the creepy, staring GQ -model guy and settled it on Death, finally seeing what kept him in the chair.
    “Why doesn’t anyone just remove the knife?” Her voice climbed an octave when she said knife. Even if she’d made up her mind to help, it didn’t mean she was a hundred percent okay with it.
    The guy beside Death snorted. “You’d think we would have thought to do that by now.”
    She didn’t like his tone, which translated to her not liking him at all. Yes, that made things so much easier.
    “Balthazar,” Tomas said. He made the guy’s name sound like an exasperated sigh. “I should have known you would be the one who could break into a lockdown.”
    “I’ll take that as a compliment, old man.” Balthazar grinned.
    Arianne crossed her arms and scowled. She decided she didn’t like that grin either. Did they really expect her to go anywhere with this guy? Oh, she could already feel the aggravation he’d cause her. Arrogant types like him were hell to work with.
    “He found the Keeper’s Key.” Death finally spoke, but his voice sounded really weak.
    For the first time since she’d met him—even though he’d just tortured Niko into returning to his post as Reaper of Georgia—Arianne felt sorry for Death. Even if he wanted to take away her eyesight and memories of Niko in exchange for Niko’s humanity, no one deserved to be stabbed in the chest. She winced. The knife must be really hurting him for him to sound like he stood outside Death’s door. Ironic, really. Maybe, in the back of her mind somewhere, she did think he deserved it. A little.
    Tomas’s voice pulled her back into the conversation. “Impressive. Took him long enough.”
    “Whoa! Back that truck up.” Balthazar raised both his hands. His face contorted in confusion. “This has to be some kind of massive joke. Are you saying you sent me to that godforsaken hellhole just so I could come back with the damn key?”
    His voice ended in a snarl, and Arianne backed up a step and put Tomas between herself and the increasingly pissed off guy. Or was he some sort of creature? Maybe one of the Reapers? Whatever. She couldn’t be sure until the people in the room started explaining.
    “Shouldn’t we start figuring out what we need to do next?” she said from behind Tomas.
    “Shut up, little girl!”
    Balthazar’s acidic tone forced her out of hiding. “Excuse me? What did you just call me?”
    Mischief glinted in Balthazar’s eyes. “Trust me, that’s the tamest thing I’ll call you. But don’t tempt me.”
    Arianne returned behind Tomas’s protection.