Her, Saving Grace

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Catherine

"I don't understand why you didn't freak out when you saw dead people working, and me telling you that I'm a reaper but you're still stuck with the fact that I'm;  your words, the reaper's son." Sighing, he placed a plate of chicken stew in front of me.

True, I've been staring at him the whole ride back home. Apparently, he owns a car, wait.

A truck.

He owns a tow truck. The man talks ill about my car when his ride looked like that animated truck. What's its name? Mater?

You simply cannot guess that a man who makes enough money to get himself his own bachelor pad,nice rides and probably a couple of parties every now and then, doesn't want to live on his own place or drive something fancy just because he still has a working truck.

"In case you haven't heard what your stepmother just said to me back there, you're the reaper's son. THE reaper's son!" He regarded me for a couple of seconds but said nothing. He swung the kitchen towel over his shoulder and sat at the opposite side of the table. He picked up his spoon and tapped on the table before giving me a serious look.

"Please don't call her my stepmother. It makes me uncomfortable that he married someone who looked like she died in the playboy mansion."

Kudos to him, he really did make chicken stew for dinner. I, on the other hand, haven't even touched his culinary masterpiece and decided to prodded him a little more about, well about him I guess.

"But she's so young." I frowned when he chuckled, his face lighting up for the first time since he found me chatting with his dad's wife. Excuse me. Second wife.

"Immortality can do wonders, bonbon." He pointed at my plate and continued devouring his meal.

"But you're the reaper's son!" I pointed a spoon towards his direction as if that would make him understand what a big deal it was.

"When are you going to stop calling me the reaper's son?"

My eyes widened as I stabbed the chicken on my plate a little too hard, making the table shaking.

"Until I convince myself that everything that has happened to me since you got here, is real."

He frowned but continued with his meal. I know that he was annoyed but I just got kidnapped.

By death's wife.

A woman kidnapped by Death's wife would want some answers. And she will get some answers. Like right now.

"It's not a big deal, bonbon. I haven't talked to him in ages."

He was avoiding eye contact. Either he's lying to me or he's just not comfortable with talking about his father.

That's the thing about living with someone. You get to know them on another level. (Aside from the fact that I have seen him naked a couple of times) There are things that he does that gives me clues on what he's feeling. Psychic I know.

Like if he sings El Mundo when he opens the door, that would usually mean that he had a great day. There would also be times when he would walk in and go straight to his room and change. The next thing you know he's in the kitchen, cooking. If he smiles, then that's what I have secretly labelled as 'calm Damon'.

If he doesn't smile? Then he's just tired and probably lacks sleep.

Hey. Having two jobs ain't easy. Especially if the other one uses a lot of manpower.