Blake thought Jeremy would be a sad, lonely spirit. But the vehemence in his tone didn’t bode success. He had to get back on track. Studying Jeremy, Blake could see the weariness, the anger, and the hurt, all there in his expression. He opened his mouth, but a sharp gesture from Jeremy made him snap it shut.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” snarled Jeremy. “You think I don’t know that some people have trouble? That I wasn’t stuck? I’m not dumb, you know. I know how it works. What Requiem does and why. But I couldn’t move on. Didn’t know how. I’ve been trying to cross, waiting for eons for help, and no one came.”
Blake steeled himself and took another step closer. “Jeremy, it’s only been six months. I know it felt like longer, but I can help you now. You can have peace.”
“What if I don’t want peace?” Jeremy’s voice was a bark of discontent. “I didn’t want to actually die in the first place. It wasn’t fair.”