Lev.
“It could be him,” Cora said, quiet but steady, like she had already accepted it.
Her words filled the room, weighty—too heavy, too real.
I didn’t answer at first.
Couldn’t, I couldn't possibly say anything, it's just not possible.
My fingers curled into fists on my knees as I sat on the bench by the open window, leaning onto them, the cold wind tearing through the silence, but I barely felt it.
Marcus.
That name hadn't crossed my lips in years, not having any need to speak of him or about him.
“He wouldn’t come back, he won't dare,” I said finally, “last we heard, he crossed into the human world, got lost there.”
Cora didn’t flinch, “you sure about that?” she raised am eyebrow.
“It’s impossible.”
“You know Lev, you are not the only one who changed, you weren't the only one
