Chapter 40

It was the longest Sam had been gone since they’d become…them. And Michael couldn’t handle the waiting. He’d done it hundreds of times before, maybe even thousands. But it was different now.

It wasn’t supposed to be. He’d sworn to Sam it wouldn’t be. But it was. Michael was intimately connected to Sam’s care, and every minute he spent in the spirit plane was a minute he should be breathing and living and smiling. Every minute increased the likelihood he would need to be yanked back.

Get it together, King.

He took a long, slow breath, did it again and again, and kept doing it until he felt a modicum of calm. He managed to pass another twenty-five minutes that way, breathing and pretending he wasn’t worried.

When his phone finally rang, he answered it as he sprinted to the door.