said a deep voice by her ear, the warm breath a silky caress on her bare neck. “Are you awake?” Evie gave a sleepy smile as memories of her past life and waking up in a soft bed next to a hard body coursed through her. Then she caught that whiff of smoke and the events in the alley came rushing back. Nathan McKitrick lay next to her, his handsome face just inches away, head propped up on one tan, muscular arm. Directly above him floated the Death Mark. Throwing the covers off, she leaped to her feet in one swift move, gathering her mantle of energy around her. In her hands an energy ball formed, sparking and spitting with power. Raising it high, she prepared to throw it at the Reaper. He scrambled out of the bed, backing away from her, hands held high in a placating gesture. “Wait, wait, wait. I'm the good guy in this picture.” She stared. He was naked. Oh gosh, he was wonderfully, beautifully, wide shouldered, flat ab, narrow hip, and rippling muscle naked. She let her eyes linger on the rugged body and smooth skin.
