Gods and Graves

<p><strong>What do you do when you have no identity no name no past? You create one. </strong></p><p></p><p>For as long as I can remember I've been trapped in a minuscule room. All I know is the monotonous routine of reaping souls and then returning to my prison. And pain. Lots of pain.</p><p></p><p>Everything changes when I'm compelled to reap the souls of an elite supernatural warrior team.</p><p></p><p>Krystian the flirty elf hiding dark secrets.</p><p></p><p>Zaid the sweet wraith who deteriorates all of my defenses one carefully selected word at a time.</p><p></p><p>Rafael the psychotic blood fae who wishes to possess and claim me.</p><p></p><p>And Everett the ornery leader of the group hiding away a lethal monster.</p><p></p><p>Imagine my surprise when they're the first beings in centuries who can actually <em>see </em>me. Hear me. Feel me. Somehow I'm a real girl again in a real body with real emotions. </p><p></p><p>And what happened to me? Apparently that's not normal. </p><p></p><p>Who locked me away for all these years and why? If I'm not a reaper then...what am I?</p><p></p><p>One thing's for certain-the gods are playing dangerous games with our lives and if we're not smart about our next step we'll end up in the grave. </p>