It was the devil himself!
Mr. Hale
For a second, I froze.
My heart dropped into my stomach, and I was sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights. Meanwhile, he just stood there, dressed in one of his impeccable suits, looking like he had stepped straight out of a luxury magazine. Except his face wasn’t its usual smug, unreadable mask. No, first there was shock. Then confusion. And then—wait for it—concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer than I expected, which only made things worse.
I closed my eyes, releasing a long, dramatic sigh. “Goddess of Death,” I muttered, lifting my hands to the heavens. “If you’re listening, you can come take me now.” Because really, how else was I supposed to survive this? Of all people to catch me in the middle of this ridiculous moment,
