But it’s not Cas, she reminded herself. Not anymore. Whoever he had been, whatever he might have become, he was something else now. Lore didn’t understand how she had missed it before—how strange it was for him to tower over her in such peak physical form when the Blooded healers and Unblooded doctors, all those years ago, had been certain death could take him at any moment. She’d even excused the sparks of power in his eyes as being nothing more than his dark irises catching the restaurant basement’s lights. She’d woven a tale she could believe. She’d seen a ghost in place of a god.
