“Yes, angel?” “We died, didn’t we?” The question was such a surprise he briefly jolted awake, and was about to deny it when she spoke again. “We died and we’re together – and we’re not in hell,” she murmured. She nearly tipped over, but the magic yanked her upright. “And you got a dragon. Maybe I’ll get a dragon.” He swallowed. She patted his arm blindly. “That must mean you’re not so bad.” Cyrus took this like a shot of poison; he couldn’t bear to respond.
