Love was never on my to-do list, but now that I have it, I’ll let the world burn before I let anything happen to him. Grym I’ve reaped souls for three hundred years without a single mistake. Until Elliot Coyne. I’m supposed to ferry him into the afterlife, not bring him back to life and turn him immortal. Now HR is threatening me, the world is acting like it might explode, and my reaper brothers are stress-snacking like it’s Armageddon. Even worse? My soul insists Elliot is my beloved. Reapers aren’t supposed to have those. Are they? Regardless, it’s wildly inconvenient. Elliot So I die, wake up immortal and able to walk between realms, not that I know what those actually are. The guy responsible is an annoyingly hot reaper who apparently broke the universe just to keep me breathing. We’re suddenly stuck together, hunted by his supernatural bosses, and if we fall for each other it might tear reality apart. Love isn’t supposed to end the world. Yet here we are.