“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
He swept a hand around the crowded terminal, and she realized her slip-up. “I think we all do. And yet…”
“And yet, purgatory.” At best.
“I think this is the part where a twisted demon throws us together, yet again, for their own torturous amusement,” he said.
Against her will, Simone’s lips twitched. “My theology’s rusty, but I don't think there are demons in purgatory.”
“An angel, then?”
“Throwing us together?” She let sarcasm creep into her voice to stomp out the spark of hope in his eyes like a dangerous ember. “Hardly.”