Soul Screamers Collection. Rachel Vincent

      “You’re Nash’s brother. And a grim reaper?” She blinked again, and I readied myself for hysterics, or fear, or laughter. But knowing Emma, I should have known better. “So you, what? Kill people? Did you kill me that day in the gym?” She clenched the headrest, her expression an odd mix of anger, awe, and confusion. But there was no disbelief. She’d seen and heard enough of the bizarre following her own temporary death that Tod’s admission obviously didn’t come as that much of a surprise.

      Or maybe Nash’s Influence was still affecting her a little.

      “No,” Tod shook his head firmly, but the corners of his mouth turned up in amusement. “I had nothing to do with that. I do kill people, then I reap their souls and take them to be recycled. But only people who are on my list.”

      “So, you’re not … dangerous?”

      His pouty grin deepened into something almost predatory, like the Tod I’d first met two months earlier. “Oh, I’m dangerous….”

      “Tod.” I warned, as Nash punched his brother in the arm, hard enough to actually hurt.