Death is My BFFLAD Rewritten (Book 2 of the Rewritten Death Chronicles)

Chapter 34: Age Before Beauty

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Death and I stood side by side with our arms crossed over our chests. In front of us stood The Crossroads, Ace's shop, with its distinctive Ouija board-looking sign.

I gestured toward the entrance. "Age before beauty."

Shooting me a flat look, Death strode forward and gripped the door handle. His enormous frame stiffened, as if he'd stuck his finger into an outlet. Tendrils of violet light pulsed to life around the store and latched onto Death's gloved hand. Leather and flesh seared. Magic crackled, and I realized there was some sort of ward protecting Ace's store, and he was now in its web.

"Oh, crap!" I lurched toward him, when Death ripped the door open with a menacing growl and loosed a ragged breath. The magic died off.

We looked at one another. From under his hood, Death had an untamed look in his shadowed eyes as if his monster side had been dangerously stirred awake again. He blinked, and it burned away.

"Enter at the same time?" I offered with a timid laugh.

Baring his white fangs in a smile that was a distant cousin of polite, Death made a show of holding the door open with his charred hand and gestured me inside. "Ladies first."

Sighing, I stepped past his menacing frame into The Crossroads. Other than my ears popping like crazy, nothing too cynical happened. "Talk about anticlimactic. I was kinda hoping for something to use my ninja skills on. Like a guard dragon, or a bunch of wizardly henchmen, you know?"

Death, who was removing his tattered leather glove and replacing it with another, strode ahead of me with a derisive laugh. "Ninja skills is a stretch, Cupcake. Your shirt is inside out."

I looked down at my plain long sleeve shirt. Pursing my lips, I shrugged nonchalantly and continued forward. "I meant to do that."

We passed tons of crystals, meditation trinkets, and other paraphernalia, heading toward the library.

"So," I said, since Death wasn't particularly chatty, and I was getting a little nervous to be back in the place I'd committed arson and physical assault while under possession of the pendant still fastened around my neck. "What exactly is Ace going to do to help me 'home in on my powers'? Am I finally going to practice like we did that one time in your office? Or is this going to be another meditation thing? You know, I read on your computer––"

"How the hell did you get onto my computer?" Death growled.

"Wasn't that hard to guess your password. Grimreaper1? Really? Anyway, I read online that mediation isn't something you usually learn right away. Which is why I think we shouldn't do anything like that with Ace, if that's what you had planned. Think Ace will give me a wizardly wand this time around?"