You’d think being an assistant to the most notorious reaper in the city would have its perks. After all, what lowly human like myself wouldn’t appreciate a little borrowed magic?

Here’s the kick. I didn’t sign up for this.

Correction: I don’t remember signing up for this.

See, I died. And, according to my contract, agreed to return to the land of the living in exchange for a memory wipe and a lifetime of servitude to Apollo Grim, head reaper and insufferable prick.

Thanks to the permanent amnesia that I apparently agreed to, I don’t remember dying. I don’t even remember living. Whoever past Harper Jones was, she was an idiot for making such a lousy deal.

Now, my best friend has been accused of murder. I know she’s innocent, but tensions are high and powerful people are looking for a scapegoat. To prove her innocence and find the true murderer, I have no choice but to team up with Detective Slater Brimstone, Rosethorne City’s most ruthless demon.

If Apollo ever finds out I’m working with Slater, our contract will be considered void and he’ll finish what he started. And this time, there’ll be no coming back from the dead.

Sign up now to get the most out of Books2Read

Discover something great at Books2Read.

Thanks for signing up for Books2Read notifications!