“You miss him?” Reaper asked, softly turning the night in a very different direction. “I think so,” Sonny said, as if he was questioning his own emotions. “I can’t tell if the silent aching within me is mad at him for doing what he did, or just mad that he’s gone. Did he see you before he killed himself? Did he have that peace?” Sonny asked, realizing the Reaper could possibly offer insight unknown to everyone else. The Reaper looked away quickly from Sonny’s pink eyes. “Games starting.”
