Greyson
“You’re losing your touch, Grim Reaper.” The voice of every man’s nightmares sings in my ears. Once upon a time, I would have done anything to hear this voice. Hell, I did everything and have been regretting it ever since.
“Lilith.” I coldly greet her. Ice cold fingers trace my jaw, making me struggle hard to suppress a shudder before an angelic face appears in front of me.
“You missed one, did you know that?” She asks in the most seductive voice. I know I have a split second to decide if I should play dumb or try to spin it. But knowing that Midnight figured out that there is something special about Sophia means I am forced to take on a role that is a mixture of both dumb and arrogant.
“There’s millions of them and only one of me, Lilith. I am bound to miss one every now and
