I wanted to hate her for the lies. But I couldn't. I was no better. At least she was helping souls. I breathed the tormented things into me, bled them out on Nevermore then handed the pages over to Drakar.
I was hateworthy!
And I was so tired of everything being all about me. That's what got me here in the first place. Me and my ego. I'd had twenty four whole hours to enjoy my new ranking at the seminary when, of all things, a drunk driver hopped the curb and ended my life. How freak-accident is that? Having made a deal with the devil, I suppose it was my just desserts.
Nevermore sat on my bedside table, untouched since the day I walked away from Abby.
Nevermore, my link to Hell. Not a day passed by without it in my hands at some point.
Nevermore, my short leash to Drakar, a choking reminder of being a Harvestor. He would reach out again. The excuse of something ill plaguing my human form wouldn't work much longer.
I slipped from bed, showered and dressed, then headed toward the door to find Abby. It was time I found out what I could be without Nevermore.*******
Looks like Basil has chosen love. Stay tuned for what may come. The suspense is thrilling me :-)