“Do you think he’s alive?”he finally asked.
I looked back and forth, even though I knew he couldn’t possibly be talking to anyone else but me.
“Miles?”
Endor nodded slightly, staring out at the world that passed us by in a blur.
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.
“Why?”he asked, his tone tired, almost defeated.
I shrugged.“Call it faith, I guess.Her connection was so strong, it?—”
“She couldn’t remember how she died.All this time, she couldn’t remember, and suddenly, she remembers him so clearly, so?—”
“It is love.”
I didn’t miss the way Endor’s shoulders tensed at the word.
Love.
“Love is a powerful thing,” I told him, though as the words left me, I wasn’t sure if I was truly trying to convince him, or myself.
I’d never been in love.When I was alive, I thought it was better if I was alone.Men didn’t seem to value me or my choices in life.
Endor turned, his dark gaze roving over me for a moment before he spoke.
“So is death.”
I shifted in my seat, suddenly feeling flushed and very on the spot.
“I don’t think the connection would be as strong as if he was not alive.”
“Or perhaps, she did not remember because the memory was too painful.”
I shook my head.“Can you honestly tell me you think he is dead?”
Endor shifted in his seat, and I pretended not to notice.
“I’m not sure what to think, Val.I can’t—” He sighed in exasperation.“I can’t make sense of anything...”
I wasn’t not sure why I decided to move, it was almost as if I was possessed.But I managed to somehow get up and take a seat next to him, leaving a modicum of space between us.
Endor pretended not to notice, but the way his shoulders relaxed were both a relief and awfully tempting.
It was almost like my presence...comforted him.
Which would be insane, right?
“I think he is very much alive, and I think he needs our help.Just as Mercy does.”
Endor let out a frustrated groan.
“I did not sign up to be a ferryman,” he said.
My gaze roved over his dark, enticing features.Flashes of his expansive wings, his soft lips, his warm hold...the last few days replayed in my mind.
I shouldn’t have wanted to kiss him right then.
