TITLE: HARD NOX
GENRE: YA Paranormal
After one of her close friends drowns, Nox confronts the Grim Reaper about why everyone in her life dies and why he needs her help.
"What am I?"
"Now, that is the million dollar question, isn't it?" Grim crowed. "Because we're the same brand, sweetness."
"I don't understand."
"You said you're afraid to watch people die. Why is that?"
"I don't like feeling powerless." She sighed. "But I don't suppose anyone does."
"Especially not those who have power." His eyes locked on hers. "Tell me, when the shades shrank back from you, how did you feel?"
Like she could juggle the cosmos, hold supernovas in her hand. "You lied to me. You said you scared off the shades at the beach."
"Did I lie?" He tipped her chin up with a touch of his fingertips. "What exactly did I say to you?"
"You said—you asked—if I thought the dead feared something other than a Reaper." She frowned. "Do they?"
"But they were afraid of me." Nox swallowed.
Grim raised an eyebrow.
"But, I'm not a Reaper."
"Not yet. But you will be." Sympathy painted his face. "When you die."
Nox's knees dropped to the ground.
"That's where the lightning comes from, the charge of a Reaper. I'm sorry I had to tell you now, sorry I couldn't … give you more time. I can't tell you how badly I wanted to." He knelt beside her. "You're going to have to get over watching people die, sweetness. You've only just begun."
"But, I can't be … how is that even possible?"
"It's what you were born to be. Don't believe me?" She vehemently shook her head. "Ask Haden. It's what he's been afraid to tell you."
The look on Haden's face, the fear in his eyes when Grim took her under the Veil.
Death conquers all, except me. Because I am Death.