Harley Green has never been lucky in love, but after yet another unfortunate date, he doesn't expect to encounter a fight between a malevolent spirit and Connor Bowman, a man who claims to be a soul collector. Due to Harley's untimely interference, Connor loses his grip on the evil spirit, who immediately escapes from the scene. Now, Harley has the responsibility to help Connor recapture that wicked spirit, and it's difficult when he's often distracted by how attractive the soul collector really is.<br><br>Connor has been a soul collector for more than six thousand years, but he has never been affected by a mortal's presence until Harley. He has no idea what it is about Harley he can't seem to shake off. Harley somehow feels really familiar to him, but he can't remember ever meeting that man. It doesn't matter, though. All he needs to do is remain by Harley's side until he catches that malevolent spirit. Then he will return to the underworld. However, that's easier said than done, and it becomes so much worse when he starts developing feelings for Harley.<br><br>Can Harley and Connor discover the link between them and work things out somehow? Or is happily ever after nothing but a fairy tale?

Now and Forever

A few minutes later, they were inside Lance’s car, on their way to the police station. Connor had chosen to sit in the back with Harley.


“Baby, what’s wrong? You were okay when you saw Mr. Street’s great-grandfather and the man’s best friend.”


Harley had a haunted look when he raised his head and gazed straight into Connor’s eyes. “I wasn’t terrified of them. Some horrifying feelings abruptly came into my mind. It was as if I was personally experiencing something horrendous.”


Connor didn’t know how he was supposed to respond. This was getting weirder. He wished he could talk to Haziel, but he couldn’t summon her. She was his superior and would come and go as she pleased. She would communicate with him only when the mood struck her. Moreover, she was the angel of death and had things to do. He had no choice but to wait patiently for their next meeting. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take another one hundred years.


Chapter 21