Creed:
"No, you heard what she said. She doesn't want to be the reaper anymore, and you are talking about having her do reaper like s.h.i.t. No. I'm putting my foot down. We can take care of it without her." My tone hung somewhere between a whisper and a scream. Macy and Aria were sleeping, and I didn't want to wake them. The last twenty-four hours had been stressful for all of us, but primarily for them. They needed to rest. I pulled the guys out of the room; we were standing in the hallway having the quietest argument over a box delivered with the gift shop items we had ordered, Macy and Aria. This small thing felt so large that it threatened to ruin our special day. This doesn't feel like a small mistake. It feels like a threat, a big one.
"Creed, see some reason here. If she knew ab
