TESSA
I never thought I’d see him again. It had been years—long, bitter, exhausting years since the last time our paths had crossed—and when they finally did, it had to be like this. He was pressed up against someone else, lips moving hungrily, as if he didn’t have a single care in the world.
My chest constricted from disappointment. Ellana’s face rose in my mind. Ellana, who had given everything, who had died for him just to protect the possibility of his future. And here he was, living it with ease, with no shadows dragging him down, not even a sprinkle of tiredness in his gaze.
He looked good. It appeared that the years had been kind to him.
I shook my head before I realized I was doing it. My throat burned, and I pressed my nails into my palm to stop the tremor in my hands.
“Tes
