Settling back into his seat he watched her through narrowed eyes. “I’m going to assume your lack of manners this evening is due to the shock of discovering you have a soul mate.”
Avery choked on her tea, a dribble of hot liquid rolling down her chin. She wiped at it furiously and nailed him to his chair with the deadly look. “Soul mate! Manners?! Are you frickin’ kidding me?”
Brennus snorted. “You make my point brilliantly.”
“You arrogant, pain in the ass. You kidnapping, evil, twisted-”
“Yes, yes I get the point,” he sighed wearily. “I’ll refrain from teasing you.”
She reminded herself that her Aunt Caroline brought her up to be polite and in control of her emotions. Avery closed her eyes, drawing in a deep, calming breath. She shook a little as she reached for her tea again.
“I have servants who help me with the dead,” Brennus answered suddenly and her eyes popped wide, staring at him, immediately intrigued despite herself. “We’re allowed a handful to help carry the burden.”
“Who are they?”
“Men and women who died. Spirits.”
“And they take care of the dead you can’t get to?”
Brennus nodded. “They’re tied to me. They feel what I feel; they do what I would do.”
“How many spirits are tied to you?”
“Five.”
Avery gulped. This night just kept getting weirder and weirder. “Did they have a choice?”
Brennus sighed, seeming somewhat annoyed by the question. “Contrary to what my scar portrays I’m not some kind of ogre, Avery, forcing people to do things.”
She snorted.
Refusing to take the bait, Brennus sighed again. “Most people, nearly everyone, believe in some kind of afterlife, even if they don’t think they do. It can be buried deep down, a precious piece of hope in something akin to paradise awaiting us after our lives here in this plane of existence end. But there are those few who never even subconsciously dream to hope. They become spirits, shades, wandering the infinitesimal line between this plane and all the others.”
“Purgatory?”
He shook his head. “If you believe in purgatory then yes if you’ve not repented for your sins, but these people haven’t believed in anything. Not even the idea that we simply cease to exist when we die-”
“So people who believe we just cease to exist…”
“They just cease to exist.”
“Huh.”
“Anyway, I’ve given the choice to a few of the spirits and they’ve chosen to do something with their strange existence and help me ferry the dead into their afterlife.”
Avery was engrossed despite herself. What Brennus was telling her was unbelievable. As a person of no religious affiliations it was astonishing to be told that our beliefs in life were strong enough to determine our afterlife. For a moment her busy brain forgot she hated him. “OK, so say I believe in heaven, hell and purgatory. Where do I go when I die?”
“If you believe in them then you believe in the rules. It all depends on how you lived your life.”
Avery huffed, a small smile playing on her lips. “Wow, Sarah would be so smug right now. She’s always going on and on about the power of belief.”
Brennus nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “She’s very loyal, your Sarah.”
That statement jolted her back into reality. Jaw clenched tight with restrained emotion, Avery shook her head at him. “Please don’t tell me you’ve actually been watching over me… as in stalking?”
He raised an eyebrow. “OK, I won’t tell you.”
“How can you be so blasé about this? Don’t you know what you’re doing is wrong?”