Chapter 11
Sunlight crept through a c***k in the curtains. I rolled over and groaned.
My body throbbed, remnants of the penalty for reaping the souls of the wraiths lingering in the muscles and nerve endings. I struggled into a sitting position, out of breath and dishevelled.
This was more than pain. It was a deep seated weariness that had me questioning my ability to think, let alone to walk. Not that I wanted to think. I didn’t want to contemplate the extra souls added to the number I would need to reap before I no longer had to be a reaper.
The deaths of the ones I had killed by channelling aether through my necklace shouldn’t have added to my soul count. But, as effective as it was, the toll it took on me meant I could only use it as a last resort. I needed to come up with another
