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...