“Happy birthday.” Arnold says handing me a bouquet of black roses.
“Black roses surely?” I know I love the color but he didn’t have to go that far to remind me that I was going to die.
“They represent purity.” They don’t.
“And death.” I add and he shakes his head.
“You won’t die.” He says and I ignore his statement. I don’t want Cely suspecting we have a plan to back door her.
Maya finally figured out a way to bring back our connection, something to do with using the blood from her dead faithfuls to perform a magic, and she has been a pain in my ass for the last couple of days that she has been back, practically blaming me for being stuck in limbo, because that was where she had been pushed to, and also she blames us for the death of her faithfuls.
With the help of my mother, Arnold
