Alyssa

The container door stays shut after they leave me with Gray, not wanting me to inhale any more fumes.

Gray shifts restlessly beside me, having already ordered the other Reapers guarding the perimeter to clear out. He's ready to get the hell out of here, but we have to wait for the guys to finish cleaning up.

"What's gonna happen to it?" I ask casually, like we're talking about disposing a broken piece of furniture and not the very fresh, very real corpse of my ...