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are you feeling?”
Why did he ask? Why was he doing any of this? It wasn’t like he knew Pierre or even cared what happened to the human. He should have just walked away and let Lam take the man’s soul. Yet he couldn’t guarantee Lam would do the job, plus Death could get into trouble for not doing what he’d been chosen for.
Death snorted softly. He’d never turned away from anything asked of him. He’d been furious when he’d woken up and realised he wasn’t dead, but stuck in some kind of neverending limbo.
He reminds you of me, and you want forgiveness for your failures. Oliver’s voice skipped through his thoughts.
“No.” Death gritted his teeth. “I can’t get forgiveness from you because you’re dead.” “Who are you talking to?”
As the last word escaped Pierre’s mouth, the human stiffened again, and this time the seizure was severe. It took all of Death’s considerable strength to keep Pierre in his arms and on the horse. The stallion huffed in annoyance but landed on the roof of the building Death owned. Death dismounted as quickly as he could, unconcerned with grace or appearances.
He laid Pierre on the rooftop, kneeling next to him with a frown on his face. He didn’t know how to fix the problem. Well, he did know one way, and he wasn’t going to do that. He wasn’t going to go and buy drugs for Pierre. Not when the reason he took Pierre in the first place was to help him get off the heroin.
Why didn’t you do this for me? You promised me you would be there, and you weren’t. Why weren’t you there?
Death shook his head. Why was Oliver haunting him now? Why hadn’t the man come to him right after he’d died? What was causing him to imagine Oliver’s voice in his head? It wasn’t like he’d taken any of Pierre’s drugs. He doubted he could get high, even if he did shoot heroin.
There was no response he could give to the imaginary Oliver. He had no good reason why he wasn’t there when Oliver needed him all those centuries ago. Of course, at the time, he hadn’t realised what Oliver meant to him, and how much Oliver’s death would come to damage an essential part of his soul.
“Here.”
A baggie of syringes and what looked like heroin dropped to the roof next to his knee. Death looked up with a snarl to see Day standing beside him. Surging to his feet, Death made sure he put himself between Pierre and Day.
“You don’t get him,” Death warned.
Day lifted his hands and took a step back. “Trust me, man, I don’t want him. I brought you some stuff because, if you’re not going to take him to the hospital, he’s going to die. You need to give him some more, and then figure out how to wean him off the shit.”
“Why do you care?”
“Why do you? I’ve never seen you go out of your way to help any of the souls you take for judgement.” Day shrugged and turned to walk to the edge of the balcony. “I have my reasons for doing this, and none of them are to get this human’s soul. I have millions trying to become my best friend. This skinny druggie doesn’t even hit the top of my list.”
“Get out of here.” Death took a threatening step towards Day. “I don’t want your tainted ways around here. Isn’t it bad enough you’ve corrupted a messenger angel? Do you wish to stain someone else who might not be destined for your world?”
Day straightened, anger flashing in his dark eyes, and pushed into Death’s personal space. He stuck his finger into Death’s chest with a vicious growl.
“Don’t ever assume you know me and why I do what I do. If I wished, I could wipe you off the face of this earth and not think twice about it. You aren’t untouchable or invincible, Pale Rider. Remember that.” Day motioned to Pierre with a dismissive wave. “Do with him what you want. I’m done wasting time.”
Within in a blink of Death’s eyes, Day was gone, and Death had the strangest feeling that he’d hurt the creature. Yet Day was the most reviled being in the entire