CHAPTER 4By the time he reached the door, Quin felt like he was going to throw up. He’d never envisioned this day coming. Though he treasured the sword, and though he hid in the storage room to talk to it as if it was Theo sitting opposite and he was just catching up, Quin had never really believed he would ever see his dead lover’s face again. Was his memory flawed? Would Theo be as beautiful as he remembered? Less so? Would he look into his eyes and be able to read his thoughts as he had when they had both been alive and not doomed to this eternal separation?
He didn’t know the answers. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to open the door and face the reality. Annie was upstairs waiting for him, warm and wonderful. She’d been visibly shaken by the truth of his story, but she hadn’t turned on
