160. Angelic Singing

Angelic singing. It drifted in and out of his ears and tried to force him from his peaceful slumber. It was beautiful but it was pissing him off. Why did anyone have to sing so much when people were trying to fucking sleep?

His eyes shot open.

His heart slammed in his chest.

Could it be?

He turned and saw the face he had fallen asleep next to because it was the last face he wanted to see before he died. Layla’s mouth was slightly open and she was snoring softly.

He sat up with a jolt and listened to the singing. Those weren’t angels. That should have been his first clue. His soul had been damned long ago; there were no angels in his afterlife.

“What are you doing? Come back to sleep,” Layla mumbled.

It took her a few more seconds, but Layla jolted awake and her eyes widened as she looked at him. She sucked in a breath, her heart hammering to match his.

Maybe he was dreaming. Perhaps he wanted this so much that he was dreaming about it just before the curse snatched his l