took a couple of steps toward me. I could hear her bootheels on the concrete.
I grinned. âSo weâre both dead. That, my dear, is worth celebrating.â I held my arm out for her. âShall we see whatâs behind door number one?â
âWhy not? This is your heaven.â
âYou taking bets we went up?â
âTrust me, Shame. If this was hell, weâd know by now.â
She took my arm, and together, we walked through the door.
Death and a ghost walk into a bar in heaven . . .
Inside was all wood and brass, two walls of booze, and a shelf that ran round the top of the room, bottles shining like jewels caught in a halo up above our heads.
Heaven indeed.
A couple dozen tables filled the floor; a few candlelit corner booths rounded the edges of the place.
âMy God,â I breathed. Because the room wasnât empty. No, not at all. There were plenty of people here. People Iâd known. People Iâd loved. People Iâd lost.
This wasnât heaven. Iâd finally come home.
âShame!â Chase called, waving me over to her table where she sat with Greyson.
âGo,â Eleanor said. âBut you arenât getting out of this place without buying me a drink, hotshot.â She gave me a little shove, and I smiled again and headed over to Chase.
âSo the rumors are true,â Chase said. âTheyâll let anyone into this place.â
Sight for sore heart, Chase was lovely. Hair pulled back in one long ponytail just the way she used to wear it when she, Zayvion, Terric, Greyson, and I were training in the Authority. Learning to use magic, learning to hunt the Hungers that used to cross through gates and give us hell.
We were brothers in arms. Maybe more than that. Chase had been all set up to exchange vows with Zay before her Soul Complement, Greyson, rolled onto the scene. Their breakup had been hard on Zay. Then Greyson had been taken, experimented upon, and eventually he and Chase had been used and killed by a couple of crazy Soul Complements who wanted to destroy the world.
Proving once again that there was no happily ever after for Soul Complements.
Well, except maybe in death.
âChase, darlinâ,â I said as I pulled up a chair and plunked down. âArenât you looking fine?â
âFor a dead chick, you mean?â
âHey, now,â Greyson, who was sitting next to her, said. âFor any kind of chick.â He looked like his original human self, brown hair, square face, football player good looks, and eyes that didnât reflect the hell heâd been through in life. He wrapped his arm across the back of her chair and gave me a warm smile. âDonât make moves on my girl, Shamus. I can still kick your ass.â
âStill? Obviously death has addled your memory. You couldnât kick a baby duckâs ass.â
âStill ninety-nine percent bullshit and one percent pitiful, arenât you?â he said. âI didnât think weâd see you so soon. Did you drunk it down a flight of stairs or something?â
Images flashed across my vision, brighter, stronger than the bar, more real than the table, than my friends.
Bullets tearing holes through me. Terric falling . . . a knife.
I blinked, and they were gone.
âShame?â Chase said. âAre you okay?â
âFine,â I said. It wasnât a lie. I felt good, better than I think I had in years. Not a single inch of my body hurt, and the grinding fear and hatred of the Death magic eating away inside me was gone. I felt free, light. And strangely, more alive than I ever had before.
âSo, you two?â I asked. âI know things didnât go so well for you dirt-side. Despite your attitude,â I said to Greyson, âitâs good to see you both. Really good. Iâm sorry we couldnât have done more to help you. That we didnât catch Leander before he . . .â
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