I grin, snatching up my glass of wine and taking a sip. “If I’m sending one, you’re sending one too.” She chokes on a laugh. “What—to Magic Boy? Honey, the majesty of my titties would end his sweet little life.” “No,” I say, all but snorting on my wine. “Not to him. Surely you have someone whose soul you’d like to see ascend to a higher plane of existence?” She smirks. “There might be someone.”
