For One Last Kiss

For One Last Kiss

A Grim Reaper Romance Short Story

By Calista Taylor

Copyright © 2012 by Calista Taylor

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For One Last Kiss

London, July 1879

“
Can you feel the pull of death, Lilly?”

Walking down the road with Mason at her side, Lilly bit back a curse. Was he daft? How could she not feel it? The pull of her reap blocked out all other thoughts, nagging at her like an itch she could not reach.

Knowing it would do her no good, and indeed could land her in a world of trouble, she curbed her tongue and answered him. “Yes, I feel it.”

Lilly silently cursed her luck. She could not understand why Lord Mason Archer had taken a personal interest in her, even if she was a reaper in his jurisdiction. As chancellor, he certainly had more important things to do, and yet he’d decided to mentor her, showing up unannounced to accompany her on her reaps.

It had been a couple years since she crossed over to a world she could never have imagined, yet she still had not grown accustomed to the nuances of a being reaper—nor had she forgotten the life she left behind.

Turning her attention back to her reap, Lilly guided them through the market. A golden light surrounded a man in his fifties and Lilly knew he would be the one. “There. The peddler selling the daily paper.”

Lilly approached him and purchased a paper, taking care to brush his hand in order to reap him as she handed him the coin. The golden light that surrounded him faded to grey, and Lilly knew the man would be dead within the week.

She turned away with a sigh, and joined Mason once more. “I think that was the last one of the day.”

Mason frowned at her. “You cannot let it bother you, my dear. Everyone’s life must come to an end.”

“
Yes. Of course.”

She knew it was nothing but the truth and yet it bothered her. Worst still was when she had to take the lives of the young and those who had not yet lived a full life—just like her own, cut short at the age of twenty three.

“
Shall I see you home?”

His smile was kind, but she knew it would not do to have him lingering about. Come evening, she would be up to no good, and having Mason around with his sharp eyes and intellect would only cause her problems. “Thank you, Mason, but I should be fine.”

She gathered the silk of her skirt so as not to trip on it, and Mason kindly helped her into the carriage. She waved him a final farewell, but already her mind wandered to the evening ahead.

Lilly knew she’d be taking a risk. Relations with the living were strictly forbidden—and even more damning would be contacting someone from her past. Yet she’d willingly pay the price for the chance to see her betrothed once more.

The dinner party was still hours away, and each moment she had to wait felt like the slow trickle of winter snow melting on a still too cold day.

Once Lilly returned home, it was to find she had company. “Jack, what a pleasant surprise.”

Though Jack Torrington was a fellow reaper and friend, she could not afford to have her plans discovered nor delayed, and Jack was yet another man with too keen a gaze and mind.

He took her hands in his and kissed her cheek, his lips lingering for just a moment. “I had the sudden urge to see you and could not wait for an invite. I do hope you’ve been keeping well.”

“
Well enough, though I’m afraid I’ll be heading out shortly. I’m so sorry, Jack. Tomorrow perhaps?”

Jack gave her a tentative smile that made him all the more handsome, his dark locks refusing to be tamed. Tall, with piercing eyes and strong angular features, he could not be easily ignored.

“
Lilly, I know not of your plans, but suspect you’re up to something better left alone. You know it would be unwise to anger the Elders, for it is not an experience you want to live through, my dear. I’m begging you to rethink the matter.”

He couldn’t possibly know. Had she mentioned something to give herself away when they last met? Or had he too heard of the gala being hosted by Corwin’s partner, and made the connection just like she had?

She had to turn away, his gaze too direct. “There are some things worth taking a risk for.”

“
So it is true.” He lifted her chin so she’d be forced to look him in the eyes. “What will it buy you, my dear? A few hours? An evening? It cannot end well, and you will have little more time with him than when you started.”

Even though it was a blatant lie and they both knew it, she said, “I don’t know what you’re referring to, but I appreciate your concern even if it is unfounded. I’m only going out for the evening with a friend, and nothing more.”

He let out a weary sigh and cupped her face in his hand. “I hope you’ll reconsider, but either way, have yourself a wonderful evening.”

With those final words, a sense of unease nestled into Lilly’s chest, as she saw Jack to the door.

***

Lilly knew she was an interloper at the dance, but as death walking amongst the living, she’d grown accustomed to no longer belonging. She was taking a great risk, for if the Elders found her in the company of her betrothed, the consequences would be dire. Yet the chance to see him once more made it all worthwhile.

With so many people mingling between the rooms and the gardens, no one would pay her much heed and anyone who did could be easily controlled with a glamour. It was something every reaper was capable of, for it was too often a skill needed to gain access where it would normally be denied.

Knowing Corwin would soon arrive had her heart skipping a thready pulse as her gaze flitted from person to person with the hope she would spot him. She tried to calm her nerves, but wound as tight as she was with anticipation, it was no more than a futile attempt.

Lilly started to worry Corwin had changed his plans or the information she’d received was wrong. Perhaps he would not be attending after all. Or maybe he was once more away at sea. As a sea merchant, he’d be gone months at a time. Indeed it was the reason he knew not of the daughter she’d borne, a result of their one night together before his departure. They were to be married upon his return a year later—only they never got the chance. She died only days after giving birth, her condition kept secret so as not to disgrace the family name. Her aunt promised to find a home for the babe, but Corwin was still ignorant of the child he’d fathered.

She wandered through the rooms and gardens one last time, her hopes of seeing him dashed. It had been over two years since she’d seen him last, and disappointment weighed heavily on her heart. Perhaps it was for the best. Jack’s warning had merit, for the Elders were strict about the rules and their punishments were severe.

Turning to go, she caught a glimpse of Corwin, her heart’s rhythm tripping over itself, her very soul alight. She was overcome with emotion, for he was just as she’d remembered.

Handsome as ever, he was tall and strong of build, with thick waves of a rich auburn and eyes the color of emeralds. He carried himself with grace and authority, no doubt a result of his years spent as a sea captain and merchant. Sweet and kind of nature, as well as intelligent and good humored, Lilly had quickly fallen in love with him—only to have death take her away mere months before her marriage.

Not wanting to waste a moment, she wandered towards him, needing to have him near. To the living, she was no longer Lilly Gordon, but Ellie Hancock. Furthermore, she need not worry about him recognizing her since her appearance had been altered enough that she’d not be known to those who’d once loved her.

With Lilly unable to look away, it didn’t take long for him to feel her gaze upon him. The heat of a blush crept across her cheeks when their eyes met, a shy smile upon her lips. He had once loved her, but whether or not he’d now show any interest, she knew not, though she hoped somehow their love could transcend even death.

Already, the mothers with their eligible daughters surrounded him, hoping to make a good match. Though he had not a name, he was handsome and had fortunes, even if they were self-made. She would not join the fray and had to believe what they had between them would bring them together once more.

Lilly held his gaze a moment longer, and then slipped outside onto the patio, her heart still thundering away to have him so near. Her face flushed with heat and her stays felt too tight, her nerves getting the better of her. A cool evening breeze swept over her skin when she heard a footfall on the stone slates. If she looked, she knew he would be standing there. She took but a moment to compose herself, and then slowly turned to find him at her side.

“
You managed to escape.” A playful smile tugged at Lilly’s lips, for she remembered how he dreaded the flock of mother hens.

He barked out a laugh. “Aye, just barely—and mind ye, I’m sure my peace will be short lived. Corwin MacKenzie.”

He took her hand in his, and bowed over it, his touch going straight to her heart. So close, she could now see the green of his eyes once more, the hint of red in his thick locks, the kindness in his gaze.

The slight Scottish brogue that laced his words flooded her head with memories of their time together. By the gods, she still loved him and didn’t think she’d ever stop.

Recalling herself, she introduced herself. “Ellie Hancock.”

“
It’s a true pleasure.” He glanced over his shoulder back towards the house, the light spilling through the glass doors. “I cannot say I’m in a hurry to go back in there. I dinna suppose ye’d like to keep me company? The gardens are lovely.”

Indeed they were. Lanterns had been hung throughout, bathing the grounds in golden light and shadow, lending them a magical quality. “I would very much like that.”

He linked her arm around his and led them down the steps, reminding her of how they’d walked together when in the highlands, not unlike the evening he’d proposed marriage. They let conversation stray to idle banter, and though he knew not who she truly was, he seemed happy enough to remain in her company.

They dined together when the time came, and returned to the gardens once more. She knew others had taken note of them keeping company, the whispers and stares hard to ignore. When she’d finally had enough, she cast a glamour all around, so she and Corwin no longer drew anyone’s attention.