Chapter 2

“And yet you end up dead more often than not.”

Micah rolled his eyes. “I can’t die. It’s magic.” It was. He refused to allow the familiar sadness to grab hold of him. He’d live forever, trapped in his apartment, unable to go outside once darkness had fallen, and everyone he knew would die. Everyone but Gary.

He glanced in Gary’s direction. The cloak was out of fashion, and a day in the sun wouldn’t hurt, but he was still one of the most attractive men Micah had met—if he could be called a man.

Gary blew out a breath and turned to the window facing the street where Micah had died a little while ago. “There are fates worse than death.”

Too true. “Yeah, but I don’t have to worry because you’re my knight in black armor.” If only. Gary had probably been around since the beginning of time, why would he care for someone like Micah?

The silence stretched for too long. “One day I might not be there.”