We land back in the dining room of the tavern and I quickly break our embrace, though Eric seems as if he’s not ready to let go. But I need some breathing room for a minute.
His fear of my angelic form is a little… off-putting.
“I should go check on Sylvia,” I tell him, trying not to make eye contact. “I haven’t seen her since I got back from heaven, and who knows how much time passed while we were down there.”
“Time?” He asks, “What do you mean?”
“Yeah,” I sigh, “That’s one of the tortures of hell, there’s no telling how fast or slow time is moving when you’re down there..”
“Oh,” He says with a frown. He looks like a rejected puppy. But he has to realize how much his coldness would hurt me, right?
“You’re welcome to stay here if you want,” I say, “I just need to go talk to Sylvia a
