Death Contract

First:

This should be a secret. No human would be allowed to know about you—being a living grim reaper and of course, your true identity as Mary Sean Ivanovich should remain a secret too.

Second:

You should do your responsibility as a living reaper. Like hunting lost souls and fetching death souls. That includes submitting weekly reports, death notes and other important information.

Third:

Cooperate with your partner. Don't nag, don't argue and don't demand. Just listen and so be it.

Fourth:

Be strong—physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.

Fifth:

You have to learn.

Sixth:

You have to fight!

Seven:

Dating is forbidden.

I looked at him with wide eyes. “Is this serious?”

“Would I give it to you if it's just some kind of a joke? Do you think I am capable of joking, huh?”

I closed my hand and rolled my eyes. I once again lost my fear of the grim reaper who was now in front of me and suddenly replaced with annoyance. He really had a bad attitude.

“You should sign,” he ordered. “You said it's a deal, right? So, right away, Ms. Ivanovich, you have to sign it.”

I silently gritted my teeth angrily to prevent annoyance. “How?” I casually asked him.

“Using your blood.”