PRIDE
Time seemed to stopped at those words. Was this some sort of sick joke? Wasn’t her death enough for my suffering?
Balling my fists, I turn away from my brothers gathering her ashes. “What rubbish is that? I’ve spend months with Jess. She’s very much alive.”
“Didn’t it ever occur to you that she was always cold? Inhumanely cold?”
Memories of Jess’ ice cold hands flashed before my eyes. She was always cold. Always shivering. Only my touch could fully warm her. “That doesn’t mean anything. She’s human. Of course she’ll be cold during this season.”
“And her dreams?”
I narrow my eyes not liking that every conversation we had on earth was heard here. “What dreams?”
“Jessie Kingsley told you once that for as long as she can remember, she has been having nightmares of you even befor
