Last I checked, regular Grim Reapers don’t pull that off.
The boy finally looks at Cassian like he’s only now noticed him. His expression curdles into something cold and judgmental, like Cassian’s just been filed away as irrelevant and irritating.
“What am I?” he repeats, tone clipped and mocking. “Seriously?”
Cassian takes a step forward, still bristling from everything with Talon. Still raw from hearing his sister’s name out loud. His fists curl.
“Cassian, wait,” Nathaniel says sharply, cutting him off.
I stay frozen, completely thrown.
“He… seems to be a Grim Reaper,” I murmur, my eyes catching on the robes again.
Cassian swings toward me. “I doubt it.”
“But the clothes,” I say. “They’re Reaper robes.”
And yet… something feels off. He’s not like the one we saw in the Candy Maker’s house. Not detached. Not cold. He feels like a Reaper, but... something’s different. A bit closer. Like he’s a little more present.
Still, that explains nothing.
“I say we try to kill it,” Cassian mutters.
The boy scoffs.
“If that’s what you want, be my guest,” he says coolly. “But good luck hunting the wraith on your own. Doesn’t seem to be going all that well for you.”
That stops Cassian cold.
Hell, it stops all of us.
“What?” the boy taunts, raising a brow. “Shocked?”
Yeah.
We are.
How does he know we are trying to catch one?
My gut twists.
Whatever this boy is… he’s not just a Grim Reaper.
And he didn’t come here by accident.
It only takes a second before more questions start flooding my head, ones bigger than just how does he know we’re trying to catch a wraith?
Like…how does he even know the wraith exists at all?
I didn’t know about them until wemadeone. The guys didn’t either.
And why does he look so different? Why is he so much more animated, so much morealive, compared to other Grim Reapers? Compared to howIwas before the guys breathed life back into me?
What the hell is going on?
And the part that really scrambles my brain?
He seemspissedat us.
