I walked out of the restaurant, a slight spring in my step. She was alive, my sweet Callista was alive. Morpheus had won her heart as well as her hand, but as long as she lived, I could too. The Fates had done their work.
It hadn't been a shock when Icelus killed me. On some level, I always expected to be killed by him. Poetic justice, if you would. What had shocked me was waking up, n***d but very much alive in the mortal realm.
"Oi! Watch where you're going!" a cab driver shouted as I stepped off the curb almost in front of his car, not paying attention to where I was going.
I shook my head at my inattention - sometimes this mortal realm still threw me for a spin.
I headed toward my lodgings deep within the city slums, kicking rocks, bottle tops and cigarette stumps as I walked. T
