NIRVANA “Wait. Are you my great-great-grandfather? My mom’s great-grandfather. Whoa. That’s cool. How old are you exactly?” “I’m Ambrose, little one.” My gaze landed on my dead ex-boyfriend. “Is that?” Warlock Ambrose, or my great-great-grandfather, just waved his hand, and my ex, that son of a bitch, just vanished. “Where did he go?” “It’s not important right now, Nirvana. How are you feeling?” asked Knight. I sat on the bed and held his hand. “Why are you looking at me like I just died and brought back to life, and now you look at me as if I vanish if you blink?” “That’s exactly how I feel. I can’t lose you again, Nirvana. Can you be a little serious right now?” “I’m so sorry.” I breathed deeply because what I was about to say might shock them or piss them off. “I’m feeling okay like before. I died, did I?” I looked at their reactions, and they just stared at me like I was some kind of magical creature. “Medically, yes, but magically, you did not die. Your breathing and yo
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