Chapter 2A ghost walks into a bar.
“I don’t like this.” A different night, different décor, different voices with different accents, Dario found himself what felt like hundreds of miles from the last explosion, and hundreds more from the first, the one that killed him. “It feels like déjà vu all over again,” he whispered to no one.
“I’m here.”
“My angel.”
“There’s a reason,” Dondre said. “A purpose to you being at the second explosion and here, unfortunately, likely for a third.”
Dario took a breath, what felt like a breath, even if he was a ghost. He smiled, too, weary as it was. “I’m glad I’m not alone.” The bar was full, and that made Dario’s smile fade. “I wish we could warn everyone. Get them out before…”
“Me, too.” With wings or arms, Dondre’s embrace was soothing. “Our signals
