Sorin opened his eyes in his closet, but it was like the sun itself had joined him. Squinting, he held up a hand to block his eyes from the beams. He already knew who joined him, but he was stunned. It had been so long since she’d come to his dreams.
“Crina?”
She was underwater. That’s how she always looked when she came, her hair floating around her. This time it was nice. She appeared now as she had before, when she was alive. Sometimes she came as the decayed body he danced with.
But she wept, tears rolling down her cheeks despite her underwater appearance. Guilt burned in his chest. Was it because he’d chosen Nadaria?
He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, she surged at him. Her face contorted and then shifted to the less pleasant version, where her jaw hung so disturbi
