The instant Dean's teeth pierce my skin, the long, white beam of light that was flowing from him to Calypso is severed. As it reforms itself and makes its way for me, instead, Calypso gives me a long, hard glare of disdain before disappearing from the hut entirely.
When the beam hits me, I disappear from the hut, too.
The best way to describe the place I go is, well, Heaven.
It’s not the whole white-clouds, pearly-gates thing that I might have envisioned. It’s more of a vast, never-ending sea of stars and one, giant, glowing moon lighting up the darkness.
A strange feeling comes over me as I stare up at the moon. It’s almost like someone is watching me—even trying to talk to me—in a language I don’t understand. I look around, trying to find the source of the feeling, but all I see is a
