And, then again, maybe Arik did have a point. The spark had definitely linked Blaze’s destiny with the dead man, forevermore. Maybe there was something more there to explore with Arik.
Because, really, what kind of man met someone with Blaze’s tales to tell, had horrific Visions, and still came out on the other side, not even a week later, thinking that all of it had to mean he, Arik, the man in question, was destined to help the crazy guy who had so disrupted his life?
Blaze stood up. A man who’d been hurt would think that way. A man who’d been taught that he had to serve the insanity in his life, not rise above it, get over it, move beyond it. And one time wouldn’t be enough, wouldn’t be a pattern. Blaze already hated Arik’s father, knew there was definitely more in that deep, dark well to excavate, but there had to be someone else.