shook my head and hugged her again. “Oh, gods, I missed you, but…” Samkiel. If I’d died and was in Asteraoth… No. He’d… no. She tipped her head and smiled at me, seeming happy but a bit bemused by my behavior. I opened my mouth to question her further, but then noticed the bangs along her forehead. My brows drew down because I remembered when we’d cut them. We’d watched a show and wanted to copy one of the characters we thought looked cool. Fuck. I didn’t need the calendar on the fridge to tell me what I already knew. I wasn’t in Asteraoth. I was somehow in the fucking past.
