Death is the most universal experience possible, true, but it's also the most personal. There's nothing else on the planet that forces you to really see and accept who you are as the day your doctor says you're dying. You have to make a choice that day: to continue living or to start mourning," she started angrily.
The stranger was silent, gaze riveted to her.
"Death lets you see the stars and the moon instead of how dark the night is. It teaches compassion, because sitting on the bus, I know the person beside me is someday going to have to search his soul the same way I did, so I don't mind that he's spilling his coffee on my shoes. My new shoes." She grimaced at the memory. "Knowing what's coming, I've never felt more alive than I do now."
When she stopped, the sound of waves filled the quiet.
"I made this awkward again, didn't I?" she said, embarrassed once more by the passion she put in her speech.
"Not for me," he replied. His eyes were warm, his features losing their gravity as he gave a genuine smile. "I don't know why our paths crossed tonight, but I'm glad they did."
"Really? I'm not freaking you out?"
"I admire your spirit and your passion. You make me feel human again."
"Good, I think," she replied.
They gazed at one another, the tension growing thicker.
"Is kissing a stranger on the beach under the full moon on your bucket list?" he whispered.
Definitely. Warmth bloomed within her while her heart beat with more excitement than a moth outside a lighted window. Surprised by her body's eagerness, Deidre said nothing.
"I'll take that as a yes."
If I'm remembering correctly, I jumped ship on this series after this book. But not because it's not a good book. It's a bit confusing, and I think I was just going to take a break from it and the next thing I know, weeks had turned to months. Then one day, unfortunately a few years later, I'm scrolling through Goodreads looking for my next book when I remember, oh, yeah…I loved Rhyn and Katie…oh shit, whatever happened to Gabriel and Deidre? And that brings us to present. Unfortunately, it had been so long I couldn't remember jack shit about the story line, which prompted the re-read. Fortunately, I love Rhyn and Katie just as much the second time around. I love Gabriel and human-Deidre, too. Plus, I feel like I have a much better handle on what the fuck is going on. Because it's…a lot. There's familiar faces, new faces, old deities, new deities, dead-dead Immortals coming back to life…there's just an awful lot happening. But it's a good read and I'm looking forward to seeing what happens next.
"We're watching, but it's not easy balancing the Council, demons and a pregnant mate."
Gabe smiled at the look on Rhyn's face. "I need to visit more often."
"Dude, you have no fucking idea. I'd take a herd of demons over this shit. One day, she's begging me to fuck her every five minutes. The next, it's my fault she's gained twenty pounds. I told her to lay off the ice cream. Been on the couch for a week. I don't know where you're going, Gabe, but take me with you."
Gabe laughed. Despite Rhyn's frustration, there was affection on his face as he talked about his mate.
"I admit, I'd rather deal with the shit I'm dealing with than a woman," Gabe said.
"Still with Harmony?"
"Yeah."
"Hmmm." Rhyn was studying him again.
"Don't look at me like that. She's a good girl. Stable and…"
"Boring?"
"I was going to say drama-free," Gabe replied.
"Whatever."
"Like you know shit about relationships."
"I know that you'll know when it's right," Rhyn shot back. "I've been fucked since then, but I've got my Katie. You need your Katie. You're driving yourself into the grave."
"Good one," Gabe said, appreciative of his friend's humor.
Finding a mate wasn't a priority, not when he was trying to fix his world.
~
"I knew you'd come," Fate said.
Gabe studied the deity gazing up at him. He wasn't expecting Fate to crack a joke. Past-Death and Fate had been at each other's throats for as long as Gabe could remember. He'd never met the enigmatic deity, but he'd heard Past-Death go off about this man after every interaction.
"You didn't find that funny."
"I did," Gabe said, allowing a trace of a smile to slip free. "I don't know why I'm here."
"Because you're single-handedly destroying the universe. No pressure." Fate patted the sand beside him.
Gabe lowered himself into a crouch a few feet away, recalling the last time he'd been on a beach. He wanted more of the woman he'd sat with yet guessed he'd kill her if he was allowed. Or make love to her again. Or both.
"I'm doing something wrong, aren't I?" Gabe said.
"I'd say so. You've been fighting me since you took over."
"Not on purpose."
"That's what they all say," Fate replied. "Sometimes you need to acknowledge the path at your feet and just go with it."
"Fucking deities speaking in riddles," Gabe muttered.
"Maybe it's easier than you're making it out to be."
"Or maybe you all should consider making instruction manuals before dumping your duties and walking away."
~
"What'd you do to piss him off?" Rhyn asked. "He's a raving lunatic out there right now."
"Piss him off?" Deidre repeated. "He killed my boyfriend! Chopped his head off right in front of me!" Her throat was too tight to say more.
"Good man. I would've done the same."
Deidre had the sense of being late to a conversation. She wasn't able to catch up, though, not with the absolute weirdness of it all. Alcohol buffered her from her all-out panic, enough so that she was able to sip coffee without dropping the mug. At the strong flavor, she glanced at Daniela, who winked. The coffee was half-filled with brandy.
"Gabriel is Death," Rhyn said.
Deidre looked up. "You said he was alive."
"Death, not dead. Soul collector, grim reaper, death-dealer, assassin, Keeper of Souls. Death," he said. "That's why he wears the trench coat all year round. The underworld doesn't have direct sunlight."
"I'll play along." She held her face in her hands. "He wants to kill me, because he's Death and that's what Death does."
"Oh, no." The man's chuckle was terrifying.
Daniela slapped him on the back of the head.
"Goddammit, woman, I heard you the first time!" he snarled at the nun. With an annoyed shake of his head, he addressed Deidre again. "He'll have to tell you that story. Anyway, now, by Immortal law, you're his mate, so he legally has to protect you instead of get revenge. That's why his name is on your back, by the way. You have a list of enemies longer than mine, and he's obligated to protect you."
"Of course," Deidre said, fighting tears. She chugged the coffee.
"You're handling this better than I expected."
"Rhyn," Daniela said with a sigh. "You're clearly terrifying the poor girl."
"She needs to learn her place fast."
Deidre dropped her head into her arms, sobbing. Nothing they said made sense. All she could do is hope she passed out and awoke in her bed or on the beach or not at all. Her body grew heavy, and she slumped.
"You spiked her coffee," Rhyn accused Daniela.
"And drugged her. She'll be out in two minutes, but she should be…manageable when she wakes up. Now, catch her before she hits her head. She needs to rest."
~
"You look like you're about to pass out," Hannah said.
"Rough week," Deidre whispered.
The kids were talking to her, but she was having trouble focusing on anything outside of keeping the buzzing in her ears from pushing her beyond tunnel-vision into the darkness. Everyone knew her somehow or about the Immortals, and she was lost.
Hopefully, I'm dead in three months.
One of the kids handed her a handful of cotton balls while another put a doll in her lap. Uncertain what to do with either, she kept them. The kids seemed entranced by her pink hair. Someone brought her a colorful picture book.
"Read!" the little girl demanded.
Deidre struggled to focus.
"What Humans Eat," she read the title. "Really?"
The girl nodded.
"Okay. Why not." Deidre flipped to the first page. The little girl pushed the pages until satisfied, and Deidre didn't have the mental power to tell her it wasn't normal to start mid-book.
"Do humans eat plants?" she asked, eyes on the illustration.
"Yes!" a couple of voices chorused.
"Yes, humans eat many vegetables, like lettuce, broccoli, and carrots," she read and turned the page. "Do humans eat rocks?"
"No!" the kids replied.
"No, humans do not eat rocks. You should never feed a human a rock, even by mistake. Good advice," she muttered and turned the page. "Do humans eat…uh…demons?" Unsettled by the image of a cheerful demon on a spit, she flipped to the next illustration.
"No!" more voices joined in.
"No, humans do not eat demons. But demons do eat humans," she read, grimacing at the image of a cheerful man on a platter surrounded by demons. "What kind of children's book is this?"
"Technically, they're not kids," Hannah replied.
Deidre's head was pounding.
The girl in front of her began speaking. "Humans eat plants and macaronis and-"
"Meatballs!"
"Chocolate."
"Oooohhh chocolate!" several kids echoed.
"The little angels have a thing for chocolate," Hannah explained.
"Sure," Deidre murmured, near fainting.
"Someone get Deidre a juice box!" Hannah ordered.
Three were thrust at her. Deidre took one and sipped. The cool liquid felt good on her throat.
She never should have left Wynn's. In fact, if she'd stayed away from the beach this weekend altogether and had dinner with her doctor instead of causing her boyfriend to be eaten by a demon, she wouldn't be facing an Immortal mood beast or teaching Immortal children not to feed humans rocks.
~
She'd never felt as secure or protected as she did in this moment in the arms of the person who would claim her soul soon.
They sat in silence throughout the afternoon, until the sun sank far enough out of the sky to perch on the ocean. Gabriel adjusted whenever she shifted but never let go, his strong arms wrapped around her possessively. With sunset came a chilled breeze. Deidre pulled her knees up and pressed her back into Gabriel. She buried her feet in the sand to keep them warm.
He said nothing, even as the last finger of light faded from the horizon and starlight replaced the sun. She didn't expect him to sit with her for hours; she definitely didn't expect him to stay solely for her comfort without trying to force anymore Immortal bullshit down her throat. He made it clear he didn't have to curry her favor, not with the Immortal Code on his side and the arrangement he proposed.
What did it mean that he didn't have to be there but chose to?
"Can you be away from your…underworld this long?" she asked at last.
"The dead aren't going anywhere."
Deidre snorted but forbade herself from laughing.
"You wanna know something?"
"No more secrets that make me cry," she warned.
"Trust me, it won't. I'm doing such a shitty job as Death, I got locked out of the underworld," he said, amused. "That's the other issue I've been dealing with, when not hunting you down to make you cry."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"So you're a lost soul, too, like the rest of the lake and me."
"Pretty much," he replied.
She shivered at the memory of her interaction with a single soul. What would it be like to have the duty to protect billions of them?
"Why did you choose today for me to learn about Wynn?" she whispered.
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "I didn't realize things were bad enough between you and me that you'd trust the man who hurt you over someone trying to help you."
"Now I don't trust either of you."
"I can recover. He can't."
She wasn't going to admit out loud he was right. There was nothing Wynn could even do to make things right. She'd always known there were deep, dangerous levels of potential with Gabriel, if he ever figured out whether he wanted her or not.
"I feel lost," she murmured.
"You're not." He squeezed her. "Think of me as your anchor. Something you want badly to shove overboard."
"You're so not funny!" she said, unable to stop the laugh that slipped free.
"We have a similar sense of humor, I think."
"You're locked out of the underworld, herding lost souls into a lake and yet you're here trying to win over the woman destined to be your mate by divine laws but who doesn't trust you," she summarized.
"Is it working?"
"You've taken the first step on a very long path. At this rate, I'll be long dead before you succeed."
"I'm one step ahead of where I was this morning."
"You took that as encouragement, didn't you?" She twisted to meet his gaze, frowning.
Gabriel smiled.
"Aren't you worried?" she asked. "About the souls and your issues? I mean, why spend the day with me?"
"I'm where I need to be," he replied simply.