THE PHONE CALL V

Kane was surprised at his answer. From the gasp that escaped Dobah’s lips. He knew that his twin was surprised too.

Kane hadn’t even known when he had said it. It had just been said in the spur of the moment. He never wants to lose Lucille, and he wasn’t even tempted to try the theory out—if Lucille would choose Emma over him. He had spent so much in thick darkness to even contemplate that.

“Okay, I will take good care of her. You can count on me, like your father does.”

Lucille laughed again, and Emma heard. It was time to go. “Thanks old man. I will hold you to your promise.”

Kane sighed in relief, and re-adjusted himself on his seat, not moved when Dobah amused himself in their mind path, or when he caught Blenda and Nathan staring at him like he had grown horns.

They didn’t understand. He thought. They didn’t spend centuries yearning for death, yearning for anything, apart from turning to the undead.

“So, Freya, I have to go. I will talk to you later?” Emma’s voice crackled th