“Frankie, don’t touch him,” I warned, the vision of her death still haunting me. I couldn’t bear to lose her too.
The old man smiled. “For the first time ever, my claim on a human life has been broken. Dex might not have been able to save himself, but he saved you.”
He reached down and grabbed the body, lifting it like it was a doll, and then the doorway that we came through earlier opened and he stepped through without looking back.
Just as it closed, the door to my room opened and the security guards entered. All I could do was stand there. I stood there in a room full of people and I felt entirely lost and alone. Dex was gone. He sacrificed his life for me… again.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I blinked, looking up. It was Frankie. Somehow she’d managed to clear the room of people and it was just she and I standing there.
“I thought I told you not to come,” I said, my voice watery.
“You didn’t actually say that. Besides, I thought you might need me. I was right.”
I leaned into her side. She was right. I did need her.
“You have a lot of explaining to do,” she said.
“I don’t even know where to start,” I whispered, staring at the space where Dex’s body had been.
“At the beginning, but not until you’re ready.”
She ushered me toward the door and I felt a moment of panic. I wasn’t ready to leave. I dug my feet into the floor and turned back to where Dex had been.
But he wasn’t there.
I would never see him again.
Being in this room wouldn’t make me any closer to him. It wouldn’t bring him back. As more tears spilled over my cheeks I looked back at Frankie.
“I’m ready now,” I whispered.
We walked out of the room, past the prying eyes and whispering mouths, but I scarcely paid attention to them. I was too busy wondering how I was going to say good-bye to a man that had impossibly found his way into my heart.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
“Heaven - the abode of God, the angels, and the spirits of the righteous after death; the place or state of existence of the blessed after the mortal life.”
Dex
This time around, dying didn’t hurt. I wasn’t lying on a frozen street, my body wasn’t crushed, and I didn’t struggle to breathe. It didn’t hurt to lose my body—it was never really mine anyway. It was almost a relief to be out of it, to not have to live in a place that I didn’t really belong.
I was back to the purple mist—the translucent body that really had no form. I looked but didn’t see the body anywhere. I didn’t see G.R. either. I thought for sure he’d want a front row seat to watch me go into hell—to watch the beginning of my eternal torment.
But I was in a place that was completely quiet, completely devoid of anything.
And then a yellow glow seemed to open and spread before me. It started out small but expanded until it was all I could see. It was beautiful and it was warm. From out of the yellow glow stepped a man in a charcoal-gray suit with a white flower in his lapel. I blinked against the light as he came forward, almost as if he were floating.
When he stopped in front of me, I realized he wasn’t a stranger.
“Hobbs, what are you doing here? Did you die too?”
Hobbs smiled with a joy I’d never seen from him before and something behind him unfolded. Wings. Huge white wings unfurled from his back, covered in downy, snow-colored feathers.
“I didn’t know butlers had wings,” I said, still staring at them.
“Butler’s do not, but angels do.”
Why would I be with an angel? Was the bright, welcoming light he came from heaven?
