Jack - A Grim Reaper Romance

by Calista Taylor

  Jack

  Copyright © 2012 by Calista Taylor

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  Printed in the United States of America

  First Printing, 2012, first edition

  ISBN : 9781452419923

  www.calistataylor.com

  This book is dedicated to Joe, for making me laugh and for putting up with my writing craziness, to my sweet girls, for letting me write with few interruptions, and to my amazing critique partners, for their endless support, enthusiasm and insight.

  Other books by Calista Taylor

  The Viridis Series

  Viridis

  Devil on a Sparrow’s Wing

  Non-fiction

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  Jack

  A Grim Reaper Romance

  By

  CALISTA TAYLOR

  http://www.calistataylor.com

  Chapter One

  London, August 7, 1888

  It was a pity to ruin such perfection with death, but death waited for no one and made few distinctions. Lilly strolled through the park that beautiful sunny morning, looking for the reason she’d been drawn to the area. It didn’t take long for her to find him, the telltale sign of golden light surrounding the handsome young man. A perfect day and a perfect life would both soon come to an end.

  She walked in his direction, the cobbles splattered with the shifting light and shadows that played through the tree branches. Then, just within reach, she pretended to stumble. The young gentleman, acting on reflex and instinct, caught her just as she’d anticipated.

  “Pardon me, sir.” Still in his arms, Lilly gave him a shy smile. A tingling warmth radiated from her hand as she marked the poor man, the golden light around him now fading to grey.

  She thanked him for his assistance and then continued down the road with a pang of regret. With her job now complete, he would not live longer than a week. It was always more difficult when they were young and healthy, but she did not choose who lived or died. She only carried out Fate’s decisions.

  With her reaps complete, and no longer in the mood to be out in the city, she took her carriage home with nothing but her thoughts as company for the ride. She had not chosen this life, but it was better than the alternative of a cold dark grave—though not by much. Even after ten years of bringing death to unsuspecting souls, she had yet to do more than ignore the guilt that tore her up inside, and mourn all she’d left behind, her life taken away before she’d had the chance to fully live it.

  Daniel, her footman, let her in and informed her that she had company. “He insisted on waiting for you, m’ lady.” He handed her the man’s calling card. “I dared not turn him away. He’s in the sitting room.”

  She needed no more than a quick glance at the card to see why. “Some tea, if you would be so kind.”

  She steeled herself with a deep breath, managed a smile, and entered the sitting room. “Lord Archer. What a pleasant surprise. It’s been too long.” She couldn’t quite keep the sarcasm from her voice or her heart from racing at the sight of him. It nearly escaped her memory how tall and handsome the bastard was. Not that he’d forgotten.

  “Lilly, love, certainly we know each other well enough that you can call me by my given name.” The corners of Mason’s full and pouty mouth turned up in a hint of a smile, as a dark lock fell casually past hazel eyes. “I had not thought it possible for you to look even more beautiful than the last time we met, and yet I am mistaken.”

  Lilly was not wont to believe a single word, given that she no longer aged. She looked no older than twenty three—the age at which she died—though her facial features had been altered just enough to give her a new identity. It was a small protection lest she run into someone she knew from her life amongst the living.

  When Mason closed the distance between them, she crossed her arms in front of her, hoping it would offer some protection from his charms. It seemed Mason was the one man she could seldom resist for long. No matter how hard she fought it, there was something about him that weakened her defenses.

  “What do you want, Mason? I have no patience for your games.”

  “That’s a pity, my dear, for you know how fun they can be.” He ran a gentle finger down the line of her cheek.

  She managed a glare while cursing her body’s reaction to his touch, a tingling heat that refused to be ignored. “I’m in no mood, and quite frankly, I’d rather be alone.”

  “Did you have a difficult day?” His eyes softened while he took her in, his touch warm as he gently cupped her cheek.

  “Damn it, Mason.” She swatted his hand away, frustration getting the better of her. “I hate it when they’re young. They think they have their whole life ahead of them, and then I come along and cut that life short.”

  “You have too kind a heart, my dear. We do not make the decisions, even if it’s our duty to carry them out.”

  He leaned in and stole a lingering kiss—and she let him, needing to feel a part of her fleeting humanity.

  His mood then turned towards the serious. “Unfortunately, I’m here on a difficult matter, though I’d like nothing more than for us to pick up where we left off.”

  Lilly rubbed her arms to ward off a sudden chill, despite the warm summer air. Mason was not one of the Elders, but had been around long enough to hold a position of power. She could not imagine any of his business as chancellor would concern her, even if she was one of his reapers. “What is it?”

  “It’s Torrington.” He searched her face as he spoke and it made her wonder why. “Seems like he’s gotten himself in a bit of trouble and has gone missing. I’m afraid the Elders aren’t happy in the least, and need him found.”

  Dark, brooding, Jack Torrington. Her heart skipped a beat to hear his name. She had hoped to find a bit of normalcy with him, yet in the end, both her past and his had been too much to overcome.

  “Well, I’ve not seen him in months, and you know well enough that anything I had with Jack ended years ago.” She held Mason’s gaze so he’d know she spoke the truth. The last time she’d drawn the attention of the Elders, she’d barely survived it.

  He stepped to her side and wrapped an arm around her waist, bending his head towards hers. “It may have ended, but no one’s ever been closer to him, and you were also the only one he had… relations with on this side of the veil. I need your help, and you know him better than any of us, love.”

  What did her relations with Jack have to do with the matter? Feeling uneasy, she stepped out of Mason’s arms and put some distance between them. “Why are you looking for him? What sort of trouble has he gotten into?”

  “I’ll explain while we take my carriage. I’d not ask if it weren’t necessary, but there’s no way around it, I’m afraid.”

  “You want to go now?” Her mind raced through the possibilities and came up empty. Though Jack’s dislike for being a reaper was no secret, he was not one to get himself into any sort of trouble. Indeed the only time Jack had ever strayed from the rules the Elders set forth was in order to help her. “Tell me what’s happened, Mason.”

  “Words cannot even describe.”

  ***

  Lilly knew the area well enough, for death was inevitable in places like this—places where each breath of life seemed to be a struggle. Whitechapel was one of the poorest neighborhoods in London, the roads lined with squalid tenements, often seven and eight people crammed into a room. Even
the sun seemed loathe to shine on such a dim and fetid place.

  Though Lilly dealt with death daily, she seldom confronted it face to face, and found it unbearable. The woman lay in a landing above the first flight of stairs, resting in a pool of blood, naked and exposed from the waist down. Countless stab wounds riddled the body, her stomach and chest slashed. The acrid smell of blood mixed with that of the refuse, making Lilly gag down the bile that burned the back of her throat.

  Mason held her hand, and though it would be impossible to find anything comforting in the face of such brutality, she was happy to have that small connection. They remained unseen and unheard, hidden in a space between the veils—not quite the land of the living or that belonging to the dead. It was a skill every reaper learned before long, for too often they needed to walk amongst the living undetected.

  She squeezed her eyes shut, but thought she’d never be able to erase the bloody image of the woman’s mutilated body from her mind. The violent energy left behind from the crime filled her head and heart, piercing it like a knife, no different than if it had pierced flesh.

  The police milled about the stairwell and filthy alley as they finished gathering evidence and prepared to take the body away. A chill crept over her skin, the warmth of the sun nowhere to be found.

  Mason knelt before the woman and gently touched her. Still holding onto his hand, she felt a tingling energy pass through Mason’s body, but did not understand what he’d just done.

  Mason led her down the stairs and away from the commotion as the police got ready to remove the body. “Her name was Martha Tabram; a local prostitute.”

  “Why are you showing me this?” She shook her head, annoyed with Mason. “This life is hard enough without having to witness such violence.”

  “Was it Jack?” Mason’s words hit her like a fist in the gut.

  “You think Jack did this? I cannot believe you think him capable of such a thing.” Furious, she tried to pull away from the scene, but he refused to budge or let go of her hand.

  “I’m telling you he was here, Lilly. He’s left his energy, his essence.”

  All reapers left behind a trace of themselves, like trails of sand after walking on the beach. All reapers but a select few—like Mason. As chancellor, he’d been granted the ability to leave no trace, allowing him to perform his investigations with no one the wiser.

  Lilly sifted through the energies present, and knew Mason was right.

  “Jack may have been here, but he’s not capable of this.” Lilly waved her free hand around. “I’m sure it’s no more than him coming here to reap her. It’s what we do, is it not?”

  “It was not her time, Lilly, and yet she lies here dead. The Fates did not send anyone to reap her because she should still be alive.” He shook his head with a sigh, and tried once more to get her to understand. “If a mortal had killed her, she would have been marked by a reaper days ago. Yet she was not marked. And if she was killed without a reaper being sent, then that means a reaper committed the murder. Just before we left—I checked to see if her soul had been released, and it had. A reaper was here to release her soul, yet it was not someone the Fates sent, and it was not her time to die.”

  Lilly went numb as Mason’s words sunk in. What he said was true, for when a person was fated to die, naturally, by accident or at the hands of another, the Fates would send a reaper to mark them for death and release their soul. Yet reapers… they were not governed by the same laws the Fates set forth for the living, and as a result, a reaper could kill without ever plucking the cords of that person’s original destiny. No reaper would be sent, because it was not destined.

  Though Lilly had no other explanation to offer Mason, she could not believe Jack capable of such a thing.

  “The Elders have summoned Jack, but he’s not answered.” Mason guided her away from the scene and towards his carriage a few blocks away. “The death of someone not yet meant to die could have enormous unforeseen consequences. It alters the future that should have been; like tossing a stone into a lake, the ripples are sent far and wide. If Jack has lost his sanity—for surely no one sane could do such a thing—then we cannot risk him running loose or gods forbid, killing another.”

  “So, why do you need me if you already know it was him?” Lilly let him help her up the carriage steps and into a seat. He sat by her side and with a pound of his fist on the lacquered wood wall to alert the driver, they took off down the road.

  “We need to find him, and I feel he may try to contact you since he has no one else to turn to.”

  Mason was right. Jack kept to himself, and his friends this side of the veil were few and far between. It only made agreeing to help all the more difficult for Lilly.

  “I cannot betray him. When the Elders were ready to persecute me, Jack was the only one to defend me. He stood by my side and did all he could so they’d be lenient.”

  Mason scoffed. “The only one, was he?”

  She looked at him in question, but he said nothing.

  “Please, do not ask this of me.” The thought of what the Elders would do to Jack left her feeling ill.

  “I’ll ask of you whatever is needed, and you’ll comply. You know the Elders won’t think twice about sending a reaper to their eternal death.” Through his stern tone, she could hear his worry and concern. “I’ll always do what I can to keep you safe, but you must cooperate. You cannot protect Jack from something of this magnitude.”

  When he took her hand in his, she found her annoyance with him fading, though his words left her all the more worried about Jack.

  “Lilly, you should use this opportunity to smooth things out between yourself and the Elders. It will only make your life easier, aye?”

  She looked at their linked hands with a sigh. “I’ll help you, even if it’s to prove you wrong. I owe him that at least.”

  His eyes pinned her to the spot, but she held his gaze, refusing to back down or look away. “Let me make myself clear. You’re to tell me immediately if he contacts you. It’s the only way I can keep you safe—not just from Jack, but from the Elders. You owe the man nothing, aye?”

  “It’s doubtful he’ll search me out, anyway. You know our relationship dissolved years ago. Since then, I’ve only ever spoken to him in passing and by chance.” She let out a weary breath, wishing nothing more than to crawl under the covers of her bed and let sleep take her.

  “What happened between the two you?” His tone was conversational, but she knew Mason, and nothing was ever that simple.

  “Frankly, I don’t see how it’s any of your business. Whatever occurred between myself and Jack has no pertinence to your investigation.”

  “As much as I adore you, Lilly, do not forget who I am. If I ask a question, you answer it.”

  “Of course. What was I thinking to deny you?” She could not help her sarcasm, and breathed a sigh of relief when he threw his head back and laughed. He wasn’t someone you wanted to anger, yet she refused to cower or flatter—and perhaps it was why he tolerated her.

  “You’ve always been nothing short of entertaining.” Mason brought her hand to his lips. “So, my dear, how is it he was able to walk away from you, for I’d not leave our bed if you were mine.”

  She yanked her hand away. “You take liberties, Mason.”

  “What else are we to do with our time if we cannot take pleasure in each other? Without it, the years would feel like an eternity, and since we’re likely here for just as long, we may as well make use of our time.” He sat back and gave her the space she wanted, but in the end, he perked his eyebrows in question, waiting for her answer.

  “Who’s to say it was he who left?”

  He scoffed. “Does it matter? For I do not care about semantics. Now tell me, or you can explain it all to the Elders—for that’s exactly what I’ll be forced to do if I return without the answers they want.”

  Her eyes narrowed at the threat. “You’re a right bastard, Mason.”

  “And you’d not
have it any other way.” His sultry smile and the spark in his eyes left her unable to deny it.

  Looking to distract herself and him before he took advantage of her weakness, she turned back to the issue at hand. “Jack had a family when he died, and he never got over the guilt of leaving them to fend for themselves.”

  “He’s been a reaper for nearly twenty years. Surely he’s adjusted by now.” Mason settled back in his seat, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

  “Maybe he has. I do not know. But you must understand, his family was everything to him. To watch his wife struggle to raise their children without him, while he still walked this world, unable to help—it only added to his guilt.” She settled back in her seat, her shoulder brushing against his. “The darkness that plagued him was too difficult to confront on a daily basis. I tried to help him move past it, but in the end it was too much for me.”