So, 'reaper' is really just a nice word for 'covert pervert?' Is that what you're saying?

I wanted more firsts with Tod. But all I had left was a handful of lasts.

Marc didn’t want to win by default. He wanted to win for real. Forever.

But if there was a protocol for how to say goodbye to your newly ex-boyfriend's brother, right after you kissed him and probably sent your ex into the arms of his willing ex-girlfriend, I didn't know what it was.

You two are cracked," Tod snapped. My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star.

Jace. This can't happen." I closed my eyes, thinking it would be easier to say without him looking back at me. But it wasn't. "This isn't about us. I can't leave Marc.

Wouldn't you be mad if I told you to give up on someone you cared about? Just... hand her over to someone who doesn't even deserve her?" Tod gave me a strange, sad look I couldn't interpret, and the blues in his irises shifted subtly for a moment before he got control of them. "Yeah. I guess I would.