Death Is My Soul Mate (Book 5) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 8: Falling

Sorry this is so short! I'll be uploading soon. xx 

If you haven't started already, go read the rewrite for Death Is My BFF! I'm looking into publishing so I'm really focusing on that story right now! Promise you'll love it! :)))

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 "I know what you're doing,"  Death's smooth, baritone voice had said on the other line. He had an edge to his voice that could cut through diamond.

            Was it sick that his angry voice gave me goose bumps?

            "What am I doing then?"

            "Trying to weasel your way into helping me find this button." This time he sounded a bit like he was teasing me. It had taken years to get an idea of when he was being serious or playing around with me. Sometimes Death was hard to read.

            "Stop pushing me away," I emphasized. That was what he was doing, after all. Trying to push me away. He loved to intimidate people with his implausible size and "scary" voice. Not to mention, that daunting scythe. But I knew better than to back down against Big Boy Death. I knew that if I kept trying to talk him out of it, eventually, he would cave in and not go into the D & S Tower alone.

            I knew he loved me.

            "So help me god, if you're planning for even a second to get to the D & S tower before I do or meet me there, I'll smack your ass so hard it'll leave my hand print on your skin for the rest of your life like a tattoo." As soon as he had said that, a sting of heat slipped down my body, pooling at my core. My mouth parted to say something snarky in return, but it quickly shut.

            Reaper side loved mean Death. The thought of him, angrily playful, pinning me to something and spanking me, was probably one of the hottest thing I could think of him doing to me.

            Was that really his idea of a punishment to Reaper Faith? Lord have mercy...

             "Stay. Out. Of. This. Faith." Now he was really angry. "I mean it. I don't want your help."

            By the end of the phone conversation I felt like I was saying goodbye. I believed in Death, but him against thousands of demons just didn't seem like good odds. I didn't know if they could kill him--hell, I didn't even know if he really could be killed, but it still scared me that I would never see him again.

            I had to go after him.

            "You're either with me or you're a sissy," I told Ahrimad and Caroline, slipping weapons into multiple spots on my outfit.  "I'm going to help Death."

            "Faith--" Caroline started.

            I held my hand up. "I don't want to hear it. He needs me right now. I know him. He pushes people away when he's upset, that's always how he's been. He's hurting right now, and--damnit, as corny as it sounds, there's nobody there to hug him and tell him everything is going to be alright. That's what he needs, whether you believe it or not. He needs someone to tell him it's alright to be upset."

            "I was just going to say that I'm in," Caroline said.

            "Ditto," Ahrimad said, floating over to the weapon closet. "Let me just get my rain jacket. It's supposed to thunderstorm."

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            I was on the roof, clothes drenched in warm demon blood. I had taken out all of the demons on the top floor, when I had heard someone walking loudly around on the roof. Clearly trying to get my attention.