Chapter 37

“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.