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 ...