So… I found the God of Death in a basement and now we’re kind of dream-dating.

Not words I ever thought I’d say. Especially since I’ve always run from any mention of life’s end—up until he seduced me on a bed of flowers. But that’s trauma I’m not ready to unpack, so back to the whole dating Death thing.

My flower shop is budding with business—there’s no time for thinking about the past, let alone dating, when you’re elbow-deep in leaf cuttings and sweet-smelling bloom...
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So… I found the God of Death in a basement and now we’re kind of dream-dating.

Not words I ever thought I’d say. Especially since I’ve always run from any mention of life’s end—up until he seduced me on a bed of flowers. But that’s trauma I’m not ready to unpack, so back to the whole dating Death thing.

My flower shop is budding with business—there’s no time for thinking about the past, let alone dating, when you’re elbow-deep in leaf cuttings and sweet-smelling blooms.

Yet Death’s touch makes me feel impossibly alive. But apparently he’s trapped in some sort of monster-god prison. If I agree to be his consort—something called a True Offering—he’ll be freed.

All it takes is submitting to something I’ve always feared. But his teasing, irresistible touch promises the power rests in my hands.

If I only dare to reach out and take it.
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