“Your Luke?” Blake didn’t need to ask, but he felt the need to say something.
Avery nodded, his gaze glued to the stone. “I’ve never been here on the spirit plane. Surprisingly, it’s easier than going in the mortal one. He crossed over without trouble. He knew, you know? He’s waiting for me when it’s my time.”
“I’m sorry you lost him too soon.” Sadness washed over Blake, and a moment later, it was echoed back, along with a hint of concern.
Avery nodded again. “Me, too. He was the best thing that ever happened to me. Just as Derek is for you. May you have many more years than Luke and I did.” Avery seemed to shake himself. “Okay. Enough maudlin. You’ve done extraordinarily well. Your spirit is far from your bonded, very far, and you haven’t winked out on me. I have full confidence you’ll be able to do this on your own. Ready to go back?”