Chapter 35
Rebecca and I returned to the lounge area, and I quickly checked on Talaom. He was still sprawled out on the couch, reaping. A chill settled in the pit of my stomach at the thought of how many souls he was tending to. Relief he had been called to deal with them instead of me clashed with guilt for feeling that way. Even though the Grim Reaper said I was no longer required to act as reaper for Easton’s dead, I still felt a measure of responsibility for them.
My hand hovered over his chest. I could follow him; follow the trail left in the aether by the dying souls. Help him. I glanced up, gazing at the canvas print on the wall above the couch. Sam and me, dressed to impress, for a charity ball.
I stepped away from the couch and looked over at Chris. ‘We need to find Sam.’
Tala
