dismay.
“Maybe Seeley will be able to straighten things out for us when we find him,” Dina said.
My spirit throbbed as I braced myself for contact. Breathing a sigh of relief, thankful that they were all still here and not wandering around this dangerous place, I straightened my back and took several deep breaths.
Moments later, I stepped out into the afternoon light and smiled at them. “Hi.”
Rudolph spun around, his eyes widening when he saw me. “What the…”
“I’m Nethissis. I don’t think—”
“Yeah, I know you. You were on the Death Crew with Seeley and the others. What are you doing here?” Rudolph’s voice trailed off as he put two and two together. “You can see us.”
“I thought you knew about our Visio mission,” I murmured, chills running through me.
“I didn’t know you were dead,” Rudolph replied, his gaze darkening. “I am sorry.”
Bert frowned. “Who’s this again?”
“Nethissis. Lamia and swamp witch,” Dina said. “She’s part of the group that retrieved Thieron. How’d you die?” she asked me.
“That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about,” I replied.
“We should reap her,” another Reaper said.
I froze, realizing that this could very well be my last moment of consciousness, as lousy as it was. Terror similar to that which I’d experienced upon nearly being eaten by a ghoul came back to wash over me in icy waves, and I took several steps back.
No matter what I did or said now, even after I led them to Seeley, they were going to reap me. This was going to be the true end of me, and I had no idea what awaited on the other side. The fear of such a cosmic unknown made me shiver. The Reaper who’d suggested it in the first place took out his scythe.
Nethissis
“No, you should not reap me, because Seeley sent me,” I said, trying to get ahead of the impending problem. Not only was I not ready to leave, I wasn’t even sure I was supposed to, given the circumstances surrounding my death. On top of that, I had no intention of going anywhere, at least until I made sure Seeley was okay.
The Reapers stared at me for a while, equal parts fascinated and concerned. Exhaling, I pointed out the obvious to get the awkwardness out of the way. “Yes, I know I’m naked. I died naked. Not my fault. Let’s move past this…”
“Seeley sent you?” Rudolph asked, politely respecting my wish. “Where is he? Why didn’t he come here himself?”
“Yeah… About that. He’s a bit tied up at the moment,” I managed, shaking like a seedling at the mercy of a raging wind.
Dina cursed under her breath. “What the hell is that SOB up to? What do you mean he’s tied up?!”
“He’s literally tied up,” I said. “At least one of the Aeternae here knows death magic. Seeley was trying to help me and—”
“Which Aeternae knows death magic?” Rudolph asked, suddenly cold, looking like he was itching for a murder or ten.
“Zoltan Shatal. The chief councilor of the empire,” I replied. “He used death magic to bind Seeley and took his scythe.”
Dina stepped forward, scowling at me. “And when did that happen?”
“Last night.”
“No wonder he didn’t show up.” Another female Reaper sighed, hands deep in her pockets. Dina shushed her.
“Quiet, Lisl,” she said, then looked at me. “When did you die?”
“Last night,” I repeated, unwillingly. “Seeley jumped in to stop a ghoul from eating me, and—”
“Are you friggin’ kidding me?!” Rudolph croaked, his expression now bordering on sheer befuddlement. I was taking them through the complete spectrum of emotions, judging by the looks on their faces. They clearly had not expected to come to something like this—and I had few answers to give them. “Ghouls, too? What the hell is going on here?!”
“That’s what we’re trying to find out, too,” I said, keeping a reasonable distance from them and their scythes.
Lisl raised an eyebrow. “Then let’s get you reaped, so we can move on to all these other issues that are clearly plaguing Visio.”
“We’ll have to tell the Time Master, too,” Bert added.
“Let’s get to Seeley, first,” Rudolph advised.
I cleared my throat, demanding their full attention. “You’re not reaping me.”
All eight of them chuckled, as if I’d told a most hilarious joke. I wasn’t in the mood for any kind of humor, though, and it annoyed me that they found anything funny in all of this. I decided to stand my ground—what was the worst thing that could happen?
“I find it interesting that a ghost is telling