Just like that, they were gone.
Apparently, Michael wasn’t the only angel and hand of God here on the land.
It appeared that Graham had some dead guardian angels who had no intent of letting him join them on the other side.
That meant one thing.
Ravensmire was definitely trying to tell them something.
Without a doubt.
The mystery only got deeper, and they weren’t understanding the clues.
Not.
Even.
Close.
Chapter Three
Somewhere
The Darkness
Wandering
To be one hundred percent honest, Graham wasn’t quite sure where he was, but everything around him looked incredibly familiar. As he took the time to scan the area, it hit him.
Oh, hell.
Yeah, this was all familiar.
It also had to be a dream because this place no longer existed. This place was a figment of his memories to a time when he’d been happy and alive.
This was his past.
What he was seeing was the shit apartment that he and D’Artangnan had off-base while they were both still serving their respective countries.
Seeing it hurt in ways he couldn’t express. There had been so much love here that it crushed down on him, reminding him of the seven and a half years since this time.
They’d gotten this tiny little place because they both wanted to be able to carry on their relationship without anyone being any the wiser. The only way they could do that was to move off base.
HERE.
This tiny, cheap little apartment had been their hideaway, where they had been free to continue their relationship—in secret.
Now, he knew it was a dream because this apartment had been a long time ago, and a place he’d hadn’t thought about in just as much time.
Was that because he was dead?
Had he won and taken that plunge off the cliff?
Had he managed to finally get the courage to end his life so that he could be out of pain?
God.
He hoped so.
