A Simple Life (pt2)

“Coleen, you are not listening to me.”

“I wasn’t aware you needed me to,” Coleen replied wryly, rubbing at her hands where they had been grasped about the handle of the broom. Emil had yanked it from her fingers. It seemed that being immortal hadn’t done anything for her physically. Dying had hurt.

It meant it had hurt every time Emil had died. Yet he had said nothing.

It had hurt when she had died too, when the Faith had run her through, as Ami caressed her and told her the things Coleen had...