He was shocked at how much he missed him, considering he could count the number of times he’d seen Eskandar on one hand. But even so, he couldn’t imagine, didn’t even want to imagine, life without him. Not even what was happening to his body—not even writing a testament and his divine-cursed will—had been enough of a distraction to keep his mind from how very badly Aiden wanted to see his angel again.
If Eskandar was even alive.
He had no proof it was possible, but Aiden was terrified healing Greg and Cassandra, healing Aiden’s wounds and temporarily sealing the Crack in his heart, had drained Eskandar so much that he hadn’t survived.
Aiden could ask Greg. Greg would know. But cowardly though it was, Aiden didn’t want to find out if he was right.
Especially since despite what his Littl
