How was he here? Silas wanted to reach out and wrap his hands around the bastard"s throat. Silas had no idea how Longmire had gotten out—he didn’t even care—he just wanted to send the son of a b***h back to Hell where he belonged. But he couldn’t move; the bands of water were still tightly wrapped around him.
he“Hello Silas,” Longmire said, his voice rusty and grating. He looked different, older and even more worn than before he died. Silas could see the darkness in his eyes, the emptiness. Everything had been burned out of him, tortured out. Only hatred and anger remained.
“Longmire,” Silas whispered when he had finished coughing up water.
He had an aura of power about him now. Some strength he’d never had in the mortal world. The darkness that draped about him did not dominate
