"Miss me?" he murmured.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
This wasn’t possible.
Nicholas was dead.
And yet he was standing right in front of me.
I took a shaky step back, my breathing uneven. My back hit the fitting room wall, my hands trembling against the fabric of the dress I hadn’t even finished putting on.
He looked the same.
Same sharp green eyes. Same messy dark hair.
I blinked. Just for a second.
Then I screamed.
A raw, instinctive sound ripped from my throat as I stumbled backward, knocking over a chair.
Footsteps pounded toward me. The fitting room door burst open.
Ashley.
She flicked the light switch on, flooding the room with brightness. "Astrid? What happened?"
I gasped for air, whipping my head around. My heart was still hammering, my fing
