Lana
It was him, but there was something off about him. Something about his expression was a lot colder. None of the warmth I was used to.
“You’re alive.” I said hesitantly.
“Am I?” He chortled. He was a statue, unmoving. I wanted to run into his arms, but I just couldn’t force myself to do it.
“Well, you know what I mean.” I said. “What happened?”
“Nothing in particular, just a vacation. I had to get away for a little while.” I frowned. Why would he lie? I knew something had happened, months ago, the last time I felt our connection was when he was getting tortured.
“Just a vacation.” I echoed blandly. When he took a step forward, I instinctually stepped backwards. “How come I didn’t sense you?”
“Sense me?”
“Through our imprint…”
“Ah, that. Worthless th
