Book Seven: Chapter 32

“Um...uh...” Cyrus wasn’t certain how to respond at the sudden appearance of the Grim Reaper.

“Meet again?” Laurel sounded out of breath and immediately suspicious. “We’ve never met before!”

“Why of course we have.” Death sipped a cup of tea and turned his attention to Laurel. “How many times have you courted me, guided my hand, or even evaded my grasp? I have stood beside you in both your finest and darkest moments, and yet you all treat me as a stranger. For this reason alone, all of you can see me.”

“This isn’t possible,” muttered Laurel.

“It is improbable, unlikely, far-fetched, or perhaps just difficult to believe. Inevitable, yes, but impossible? I think not.” Death grinned at the three of them. “For you see, I eventually meet everyone.”

“You’re just a spirit,” Mads declared. “Trying to screw with us.”

Death chuckled. “Perhaps one more than the other. Or both. Maybe neither.”

Cyrus bit his lip to hold back a laugh. It was definitely th