Death — Tabatha Kiss

The King of the Dead claims his mortal bride...My parents promised my soul to a god.But he wants my heart instead.I've felt him. My whole life, I've felt him.That touch on the back of my neck in an empty room.That sound on the wind of someone saying my name.That sinking feeling of eyes watching me in the dark.I told myself I was crazy. It was just nerves. My imagination playing tricks.But he was there.Watching.Listening.Waiting.Until now.This title was originally published in the Cards of Love Collection.