Chapter 50. Angelina

“My wife. She was my wife.”

I gasped.

“Likely she suffered after your death. And maybe she was looking for a way to have you back.” I paused, “I would.”

Reive smiled, but there was a taste of wormwood in his smile.

“Very unlikely, little one. My wife two-timed me with Ulfricus. Right before he buried me alive.”

“But...”

“I don’t want to talk about that, Angel. It’s a sad story without a very happy ending.”

“But you’re alive! It means the ending’s still happy,” I smiled hesitantly, and without realizing what I was doing, I suddenly reached out my hand and touched his palm. Just a very little, with my fingertips.

This movement burned me. I suddenly understood Reive wasn’t just a human. I felt frightened. He was the one about whom many books had been written. The one because of whom necromancy had become a cursed scien