Chapter Forty-one

Greyson

The blue light above the door of The Wasteland blinked and the door opened. Nothing had changed inside these walls since I’d last been here. At this time of evening, smoke hung in the air as the patrons created a low din. My gaze went around the front room, looking for familiar faces.

This endeavor was quite possibly a death wish, but then again, each move I’d made over the last few years had been. Maybe instead of searching for a kingdom, I was looking for a way to end my lonely existence, a ticket to the afterworld.

Taking a seat at the bar, I winced at the soreness in my ribs as I caught the eye of the woman coming from the kitchen. Her gaze landed on me. Forgetting the food she was about to deliver, Josie rushed to the opposite side of the bar from me. Still balancing the plates, she grinned and lowered her voice. “As I live and breathe, I was afraid I wouldn’t see you again.” Her voice went even lower. “It looks like you lost a fight.”