Genre: Paranormal YA
The very worst thing about being dead and damned was the inability to indulge in life’s sweetest things. Kahne watched two teenagers through a storefront window dip slender silver spoons in bowls of ice cream. With his heightened senses, he could smell the chocolate fudge swirl in the vanilla confection; see the top of a spoonful melting before his eyes.
It was a cruel twist of being condemned. He could see it, smell it, but not taste it. What he wouldn’t give for some chocolate right now.
“Stop salivating at the kids,” Meredith said next to him.
Kahne looked over at her. In physical appearance, she was older than him, late twenties with wild black curls and a nose that could pin you to a wall. She was his mentor, but also his boss, if one could assume a supervisory role in death, that is.
“I’m not salivating,” he muttered.
“Wishing then.” She smiled and continued down the sidewalk. “Come on. You can enjoy those things as soon as we find you a body.”
He followed her across the street. The wind whistled by and through him. It was cold tonight, but he couldn’t really feel it, not like the living could. He’d hated winters once, hated the chill seeping into his skin right down to his bones. He never thought he’d miss it, but he did now, missed truly feeling the cold, tasting the bitter chill. Little things like that frustrated him the most.