CHAPTER THREE
His steps were quick and his strides long, and he’d nearly reached the other side of the meadow by the time I caught up with him. I was out of breath, but not out of questions.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked him as we neared the line of trees. A nervous laugh escaped me. “I mean, the Veil of Death? This is some stupid joke you’re putting on with Billy to tease me, right?”
He stared ahead as he shook his head. “I don’t know this Billy, and this is no joke. You’ve passed over the veil, and your not being able to return to the other side shows you don’t belong in the world of the living anymore.”
“But I’m not dead!” I protested.
Any further protestations died on my lips as he abruptly stopped. His eyes narrowed and a frown creased his lips. I followed where he glar
