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I open my mouth to answer her, but no words come out. I snap it closed and finally drop her hand. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

Pressing my fingers to her forehead, I allow the reaper magic to spread through me once more. She immediately falls unconscious, and I barely manage to grab her body before she hits the floor.

Not that she wouldn’t heal from the damage by the time she woke up, but I’m not going to hurt my sister more than she needs to be.

Lowering her to the ground, I can’t help wondering why the Fates would do this to me. Why would they allow this? This has to be something they can control.

Or maybe they’re the ones who made it happen. After all, they told me I had an important part to play in the future, but so does Wren.

In the end, does it really matter who caused me to reap my sister’s soul? It’s already done.

That doesn’t stop my anger, still warring with the grief inside me.

I need to get out of here. I can’t lose my shit where anyone can see.

I press a kiss to Wren’s forehead and push to my feet. Leaving the room, I make sure to press the button to close the door before deciding to check and see if I can still travel like I had with my sister. A quick pull of my magic confirms I cannot.

That just pisses me off more.

I stalk out of the building and veer off to the left. I’m going to cut through the woods so I don’t have to walk throughout campus to get home. The last thing I need is to lose my shit on someone because they bump into me or something.

With that thought in mind, I pick up the pace until I’m jogging. I don’t slow down until I’m deep into the woods.

Hopefully, I won’t get too lost while trying to find the house. As long as I don’t end up walking in circles, I’ll reach it or the gate surrounding the academy, eventually.

How the hell did this happen? How is my sister dead and here at the academy?

Rage rises within me, finally pushing away the grief—for now, at least. I throw my head back and let out a scream. Then another and another until my throat hurts, and I feel a tiny bit better.

Panting, I hear my phone go off and reach into my pocket, tugging it out to read the message.

SCYTHE ACADEMY

Congratulations on passing your final, reaper. For all your hard work, you’ll have the next week off before being moved to your new housing off campus.

Oh, yes. That’s exactly what I need—a fucking congratulations text.

Still pissed, I stalk through the trees with only one intention—find Wraith and make him fix this.

Chapter Two

Audrey

Islamthedoorbehindme as I step into the house. Opening my mouth, I’m practically screaming as I call for my mate. “Wraith!”

I hear noise ahead and move toward it. Wraith appears in the doorway of the living room, a frown marring his face. “What’s wrong, trouble?”

“What’s wrong?” I screech as I barrel toward him. “I just had to reap my fucking twin’s soul!”

Shock is written all over Wraith’s face that’s quickly replaced with pity. “Oh, Audrey.”

When he opens his arms for me, I throw myself into them as my anger dissipates, leaving me with only my soul-wrenching grief. Sobs wrack my body as he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the couch.

I hear Brenden and Donovan join us, but I can’t bring myself to lift my head from where I’ve buried it in Wraith’s neck. They speak around me, but I can’t make out their words over my tears.

I hate how my anger is gone, leaving me with the grief of knowing my sister is dead.

Fuck, what about Mom?