Welcome to another week of Teaser Thursday! This week, I’m sharing a piece of an already published story, ‘Til Death Do Them Part.
Without further ado:
“Let’s move.” Rhys led Kian toward the living room, and opened their front door.
“Where are we going to go?”
Rhys hadn’t thought that far ahead. His original plan was his late-grandparents’ cabin in the woods, but it didn’t take him long to work out that Death would find them there. It made him wonder how much pull Death had. Could he see them? Know where they were?
Kian seemed to read his face. He frowned. “It’s not too late to stay here,” he whispered.
Rhys shook his head. “No.” He paused as he locked up their home. Who knew? Maybe they’d be back soon, and he didn’t want anyone robbing them while they were away. “How much do you know about him?”
Grim seemed almost personal. Like going from Mr. Turner to Rhys. He didn’t like it coming from Kian’s lips, and jealousy twisted in his gut. It was stupid. Grim was Death—the grim reaper—yet he was jealous.
“Yes. Death. What do you know about him? Could this charm work?”
“I… don’t know. Grim almost needs directions to find a victim.” Kian’s lips twisted slightly in a half-grimace, half-smile. Rhys could read him like a book. There was amusement there, but at the same time, the thought of Death finding them scared him.
“Directions?” Rhys’s brows furrowed.
“Yeah. When he gets a victim, someone who is about to die or has died, he or his workers gets directions, and they go pick up the soul. He can feel them. I don’t really understand it.”
Rhys didn’t believe in heaven and hell. He didn’t believe in God like Kian, so it was strange to hear the word soul. Did they have souls then? He wanted to ask Kian, but it wasn’t important at that moment. Kian didn’t remember much about the afterlife anyway, so he wouldn’t know much more than he was already telling Rhys.
“So, even without the charm, it’d be hard for him to find us?”
“I… don’t know.” Kian swallowed deeply. “Rhys, we shouldn’t do this. We could go back inside. Just wait for him.”
“No.” Rhys glared at the door and grabbed Kian’s hand. “We’re leaving. We’ll keep the charm on us so he can’t find us.”
Kian didn’t have time to protest as Rhys dragged him down the stairs of their apartment building. The staircase was silent, with everyone in the building either still sleeping or already at work. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they both stopped in shock. Death stood outside the glass front door, leaning casually against the brick wall. He seemed relaxed and confident, as he stepped through the glass door without so much as a blip. Of course the alarm wouldn’t go off. Technically, he didn’t exist. No one but Rhys and Kian could see him.
“Are you going somewhere?” His tone mocked them.
This is the blurb:
Rhys Turner’s world crashed and burned around him on Halloween in 2015. The loss of his fiance, Kian, left Rhys lost and unwilling to move on or seek closure. He spent the next two years wandering in the fog of grief, until Halloween rolled around again and brought Kian back with it. For one night.
One night was never going to be enough, though, and Rhys can’t let him go. He takes Kian and flees the Grim Reaper. Spending his life on the run seems like an easy trade if it keeps Kian with him, but Rhys didn’t count on how hard it was to run from Death. Not even the help of a witch and sheer pig-headed determination is enough when Kian starts fading a little more each day. Death’s hellhounds are nipping at their heels and the only thing Rhys knows for sure is that he can’t lose Kian again, no matter the cost.
This story is a part of a series, but is a complete story arc. It has a HEA and has explicit sexual content between two men. It is intended for audiences 18+.
Approximately 52,700 words.
Thanks for joining me for another Teaser Thursday! ❤