Reaper Unveiled (Deadside Reapers Book 4)

by Debbie Cassidy

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Other books by Debbie Cassidy

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2020, Debbie Cassidy

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Snow swirled outside the frosted windows of Lumiers. Winter had a grip on Necro City, and Christmas was a few short weeks away.

  Did demons do Christmas?

  Would the guys let me decorate the house?

  What the fuck was I thinking? Of course they wouldn’t because we’d probably be in the Underealm. I’d probably be dead. Because, unless Cora’s plan worked, in a few short days, Lilith would get her first look at me and realize I looked like her nemesis Eve, put two and two together, come up with a kazillion, and it would be off with my head.

  My head…I touched my neck. I fucking liked my head on my shoulders.

  No, don’t think like that. Be positive, remember? Focus on the warm and cozy coffee house and the amazing smells. I’d already gone through an éclair, a cinnamon swirl, and a scone with fresh cream and jam.

  “Fee, you look like you’re about to be sick,” Cora said from across the table. “I knew you should have stopped after the cinnamon swirl.”

  I took a gulp of mocha. “I’m fine. I’m okay. I just…Do you really think this is a good idea? Vi will have questions.”

  “And we’ll answer them,” Cora said. “Just let me do the talking, okay?”

  I pressed my lips together to cut off my next words because I knew Cora well enough to anticipate her reaction.

  She eyed me over the rim of her mug. “For fucksake, Fee, spit it out.”

  “We have to tell her I’m planning to mate with Grayson. She needs to know before she decides whether to help us.”

  Cora stared at me like I’d sprouted horns. “Are you insane?”

  “Cora…”

  “Fee…” She mimicked my pleading tone. “You don’t tell someone you’re going to steal their man and then ask them to help save your life. You might as well hand her a dagger and tell her to stab you in the face instead.”

  “It’s wrong to get her to help me and then tell her afterward.”

  “Maybe,” Cora said. “But if it’s a choice between being a wanker and letting my friend die, I’ll be a wanker.”

  God, she had a way with words.

  “Look,” she continued. “The guys have nothing. Zip. Nada. Mal tapped all his resources trying to find another bloodwitch with the power to create an amulet to glamour your appearance and hide your bloodline, but he came up empty. Conah spent hours in the Academy vault looking for a solution in the ancient texts they have. Nothing. Vi is our only option. She’s a Masterton witch with connections. She can help us.”

  “Without knowing why?” I arched a brow. “The bloodwitches wouldn’t care why. They just want blood, semen, and pain, which is why Azazel went to them in the first place. It’s why Mal has been trying to find one. Don’t you think they’d have gone the legal route otherwise?”

  “I know,” Cora said. “But they don’t know Vi like I do. She’ll do this on the sly for us. I know she will, and we won’t have to tell her the full details.” The bell above the door pinged, signaling another customer. Cora peered over the balcony. “She’s here. Let me do the talking.”

  My stomach churned, and I took another gulp of mocha. Lie, lie, lie. No, not a lie, an omission. Still wrong. So wrong.

  Shut up, voice of morality. Shut up, if you want to live.

  “Cora, Fee!” Vi clipped over to us in low-heeled boots, her face all smiles. “I’m so glad you invited me out for coffee.”

  Cora pulled out a chair for her.

  Vi made herself comfortable and beamed at us. She looked so happy to be here for coffee with the girls. It made my stomach ache to reveal we had an ulterior motive. Not Cora, though. She dove right in.

  “Look, Vi, babe, this isn’t just a social meetup.”

  Vi blinked at her. “It isn’t?”

  “We need your help,” Cora continued. “You know me, I’m straight up, so I’m not going to beat around the bush. We need your help, but we can’t give you all the details as to why.”

  Leana, the totally pink owner of Lumiers, appeared by our table with a tray and set a mug of black coffee in front of Vi. “You sure you don’t want a flapjack with that?” she asked.

  “No, thank you,” Vi said.

  Leana grinned at me. “Another éclair?”

  My stomach grumbled even as my mind rebelled. “No, thanks.”

  “Oh, I almost forgot, Azazel left his jacket the last time you two were here. I’ve got it around back if you could let him know.”

  Azazel…Where was he now? The guys hadn’t been able to get a hold of him to tell him about the invite. He was cursed to protect me, and if he failed, if Lilith killed me, then she would be the one to suffer the consequences of the curse. Even if he no longer felt anything for me, he’d come back for his mother. If only they could get in touch with him.

  Leana was looking at me with concern. “Is everything okay?”

  No, it wasn’t. I missed Azazel, and I’d cried myself to sleep each night since he’d left, aching for his touch and the sound of his voice. Aching for him.

  “Everything’s fine. I’ll let him know about the jacket.” I gave her a bright smile.

  Cora caught my eye across the table, and I couldn’t bear to see the sympathy in them. I dropped my attention to my large mocha that seemed to contain a never-ending supply of the chocolatey coffee.

  Leana retreated, and I forced my focus back to Vi, who was looking between me and Cora expectantly.

  “What do you need?” she asked, but her tone was slightly flatter now, and the brightness had gone from her eyes. “You know I’ll help if I can.”

  And she meant it. Even though she was disappointed we’d dragged her here to ask for something, she would still help us. Guilt was a noose around my neck.

  I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t ask her for a favor and then stab her in the back a couple of weeks down the line. She was a friend. And friends deserved honesty.

/>   Cora’s boot connected with my shin under the table. She knew what I was about to do. Must have read it on my face.

  I was probably fucking myself over, but there was no other way for me. “Vi, before you agree to help us, you need to know you’ll be helping me. And before you say that’s fine, you need to know that I’ll be asking Grayson to mate with me when he gets back from his trip.”

  Her mouth parted on a soft exhalation. “What?”

  “I don’t know if he told you, but it seems I mated with Hunter in wolf form without realizing it, and now Hunter is after me to complete the mating in human form. That wouldn’t be a problem—I mean, I could just avoid him—but it turns out we’re fated mates, which means I go into heat once a month, and if I don’t succumb to Hunter, it will kill me.”

  Vi’s chest was rising and falling faster now.

  “Mating with Grayson will take the edge off,” I said in a rush. “It will give the wolf a mate it can accept.”

  Vi plucked at the handle of her coffee cup. “Grayson isn’t your fated mate, so he’d be the next best thing. Don’t you think he deserves more than that?”

  “Yes. Of course, I do. But if I don’t do this, I’ll have no choice but to go to Hunter, which would, in turn, give him and his pack all the benefits of an alpha female and all the power, something I know Grayson wouldn’t want. Something I don’t want either. I care about the Regency Pack. I don’t want to fuck them over by handing myself to Hunter.”

  Vi took a gulp of her coffee and winced.

  There was silence.

  Oh God, say something, woman.

  Fuck it. “Grayson might turn me down. I don’t even know…I just wanted to be honest with you about what I need to do to survive.”

  She nodded deliberately. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” She met my gaze. “You’ve got honor, Fee, and I think you’d make a fine mate for Grayson.” Her throat bobbed. “He’ll no longer need my coven once he has you.”

  He’d no longer need her, is what she was saying.

  “Look, Vi, I don’t want to come between you guys. I just need to be mated, so the heat will stop. I just need Grayson’s help. He mates with me, Hunter leaves me alone, and I’ll do my duty to the pack. The rest…The rest can stay as it is if that’s what you and Grayson want.”

  She smiled softly. “I appreciate the offer, but you don’t believe that. Anyone can see that there’s a connection between you two, and mating will only make it stronger, and I…I deserve more than to be the other woman.”

  I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off with a raised hand.

  “No, it’s fine. I’ve been preparing myself for this ever since Grayson brought you into his pack. I can’t compete with nature and the Loup’s primal instincts. I don’t want to.” Her eyes welled, and she blinked back tears. “I’m just glad he’s found someone honorable and decent to take my place.”

  My throat was tight with emotion. “Vi…”

  “Don’t… Just tell me how I can help you. I want to help.”

  Cora took over. “We need an amulet made. One that will glamour Fee and hide her blood ancestry.”

  Vi frowned. “Why would you want that?”

  “Fee has to go to the Underealm, and it’s dangerous for her to go as herself. We can’t tell you more, but you’d be saving her life if you helped.”

  “Death in the Underealm or death by heat,” Vi pondered. “Death seems to want you.”

  There was a slight edge to her tone, but then, could I blame her? I’d just dropped a bomb on her that shattered her relationship, and now I was asking her to save my life. God, she was a saint.

  “Can you help us?” Cora asked.

  My friend was unashamed when it came to saving my ass.

  “I can’t personally make such a powerful amulet,” Vi said. “But I will make inquiries. We have several powerful witches in the Masterton Coven and a few outside connections I can tap. I’ll know for sure in a day or so. When do you need it by?”

  Cora winced. “The weekend.”

  Vi puffed out her cheeks. “Three days’ time. Not much time. I better get on it then.” She drained her coffee and pushed back her seat.

  “Vi.” I gently took her hand. “Thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me yet, Fee. Thank me once I have your amulet.” She left quickly, almost as if she couldn’t wait to get away from us. And boy, I didn’t blame her one bit.

  “I’ll speak to Conah and Mal and fill them in,” Cora said. “I’ll tell them you’re sleeping at Deadside, and you’ll be back in the morning. You’re seeing Lara tonight, too, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  We hadn’t discussed it, but we were all aware that there was a high probability there wouldn’t be an easy solution to our Underealm problem. Telling Lilith that I wasn’t coming wasn’t an option. I’d suggested faking being sick, and apparently, Reapers didn’t get sick, so that was out of the question. The only other option would be to hide me, say I’d defected, and hope Lilith didn’t send her Blade to bring me back. The only option was to fight to keep me alive, and in doing so, save Lilith’s life too. I swear this Eve woman had crafted an air-tight curse. It would be so easy if one of us could just tell Lilith the truth. So, yeah, I needed to say my goodbyes, just in case.

  “Babe, I think your car is outside,” Cora said.

  I glanced at my comm and noted the time. Excitement mingled with dread in my chest.

  Excitement because I had a dinner date with my father, and dread that I’d have to go into Rising Pack territory to see him.

  Let’s hope Hunter wasn’t about.

  Chapter Two

  Eldrick had sent a limo to pick me up and deliver me to the Rising Pack territory in style. The car slid smoothly and soundlessly through the snowy streets, away from South Necro, toward the National History Museum, which was on the edge of the Rising Pack territory.

  The buildings changed as we slipped into Eldrick’s territory. Large monumental structures, impressively wide streets, and tall glass buildings. Deadside wasn’t far from here. A short tube ride. To think I’d been this close to Hunter and the Rising Pack all this time.

  Hunter.

  Why was I thinking about him, and why was my stomach filled with deadly moths?

  I closed my eyes and leaned back against the soft leather. Pull it together, Fee, everything is going to be okay.

  But what if it wasn’t? The thought of having to leave the guys and go into hiding, to stop being a Dominus, made me sick. Funny how something I hadn’t even wanted was the only thing I was sure of right now, which was why I’d told my reapers I’d be on patrol with them tomorrow night.

  Normality was key.

  The limo came to a smooth halt outside a fancy building that looked like a hotel for the elite. A man wearing a uniform ran out into the snow holding an umbrella. He pulled open my door and stood back.

  “Miss Dawn?”

  I climbed out and offered him a smile. He had a weathered, kind face and bright blue eyes.

  “Mr. Black is expecting you.”

  Black…Eldrick Black. That could have been my name if my mother had married him. But it was Dawn, and I intended to stay that way.

  The man led me to the door but didn’t go any farther. There was another guy to open the door and then another at a reception desk.

  He smiled up at me. “Please take the executive lift to the penthouse suite, Miss Dawn.” He pointed left where a gold door was pressed into the wall.

  “Um…thank you.”

  It looked like I was expected.

  Penthouse suite, huh? This was a far cry from Regency Pack’s digs, but to be honest, I preferred the cozy, homey feel of the firehouse to the opulence of this building. I hit the huge button for penthouse and ignored the drop in my stomach as we shot up to the sky.

  The doors opened smoothly a moment later, and Eldrick met me with a smile. He was dressed casually in jeans and a woolen sweater and…

  I stared at the fluffy sl
ippers on his feet.

  “I’m all about the comfort,” he replied. “Come on, you must be hungry.”

  And despite the cakes I’d scoffed at Lumiers, I was.

  The lift opened onto a deceptively small entranceway. Eldrick led me to another door, and once we stepped through that, I lost my mind. Like, what the hell was this place? You could fit two apartments into this open plan penthouse. There were two sets of seating areas, a huge fuck-off kitchen with fancy overhead lights and an island. The fridge was large enough to fit two Loup inside. The floors were marble, covered in fancy rugs, and the view…

  I walked across the room to stare out at the city coming to life with lights as the sun set.

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “It is,” Eldrick said. “I’m glad you came to see me.”

  “Me too.”

  “Come, let’s eat.”

  And that’s when the smell of steak hit me. How had I missed that? Oh yeah, senses overload from all the opulence.

  A dining table had been set for two, and two huge plates piled with food waited.

  My stomach roared, and Eldrick chuckled.

  “How’s the metabolism treating you?” he asked.

  “It’s killing me. My mouth is fed up of chewing.”

  He let out a bark of laughter. “It’ll settle in a few weeks, even though you’ll always need more calories than your reaper friends.”

  “Family.” I smiled at him to soften the correction. “They’re my family.”

  “That they are.” He pulled a seat out for me. “Sit. Eat. We can talk after.”

  I was more than happy with that.