Sixty days. This was the amount of time it had taken for Avery to go from thinking of Tate every second of every minute to finding a new face in her fantasies. But they weren’t the ones that would awaken her in a sweat from passion she knew would be between them. Instead, it was the kind that allowed her to sleep through the night with a restful slumber bringing her to awaken with a smile. It was new territory for her as she would find letters in the mail speaking of his hours ‘in lockdown’ and how he was eager to come back along with text messages and phone calls that allowed her to feel those butterflies you should get as a teenager by the buzz of your phone and the chime of a ringtone. For the first time since the veil, the title nephilim or even the sight of Tate had come into her life
