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I take a deep breath. When I finally open my eyes, a pair of bright pupils shine back at me, the black consumed with flame. They burn into me with the blinding light of epiphany.  “Leucosia,” he whispers. ...Fuck. “Amah haass muhhaki usaanna teenki,” I say, and with the handle of his sword I hit the Reaper hard enough in the head to undo all the good work I've just done.

I lick my lips and look over my shoulder at Ashen with a joyous smile. A crease appears between his brows as he gives me a dark and thoughtful frown. Something about confounding him excites me, and for some reason, I want to deepen his confusion just to see how far down it will go.

A Reaper. Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck. This is it. This is how I die. Five thousand fucking years I've been alive, and I'm gonna die behind Cheese Louise. They've found me. After all this time. They found me in fucking Sanford, of all places...Fuck. The Reaper's gaze makes a slow path across my face as though memorizing every detail. He's probably savoring the moment. I'm sure he wants to see the look in my eyes…

I don't sparkle, I don't sleep in a coffin, I don't live in a crypt. Garlic doesn't deter me and holy water doesn't burn me. In fact, enchanted water is exactly where my life as an immortal began. I'm pretty enough with thick black lashes and bright hazel eyes, long hair the color of melted chocolate and flawless olive skin. With a bit of makeup I can be a knockout, but why would I want anyone to remember my face…

Frankly, it was pretty shit. So, I felt the need to kill most of them for being such dicks. And they never expected some sweet-faced, unassuming, quiet young woman would be the true epicenter of all the chaos and destruction. It could never be a woman. They always underestimate us. They always overlook us. Always.