Chapter 51

I was a man adrift on a hazy sea, cutting through the vapors of a world I didn’t know. There was no sense in trying to understand. Of guessing in which direction the sun would rise. Lei wrapped his arm and leg around me and sighed, sinking into oblivion. Sweet merciful oblivion. After a long time, when I was sure he slept, I stared at his wrist, at the bracelet wrapped around it. The leather was bound tight, but loose enough to slip my finger underneath. Calmly, almost serenely, I gazed at the dark pink scar where Lei had opened himself. Where death had touched him.

Surrendering to the fog of uncertainty, I slept.21

Nash plucked the silver star out of the Christmas decoration box and dangled it in front of Justin, Nathaniel and I. “Who gets to hang this thing?” he teased us with a smirk. He was a little tipsy from the brandy eggnog we’d mixed and his cheeks were rosy. I’d never seen him happier.