Davian's POV
A reaper just like me sits behind the table before Narcissus and me, dishevelled and pale with half a picture of Mother Mary behind him. My fists are tight as I envision my mother working with him. The universe is unfair in giving people like him power over the resting places of souls. They both took bribes to use souls, trap them, abandon them and I can only imagine how much wrong he has done. We interrupted him in the middle of running a story on Alexa with a smile on his face, as though her downfall brings him joy. For all the secrets and scandals he's behind, I feel ashamed to be related to him. He's an arbiter of death who gambles with souls.
The CEO of BBB newspaper stares up at him from his office chair, and I face a man who lied about Henley's death. From what Invidi
