Chapter 22: Resurrection
“You could have said something.”
I don’t mean to whine. It’s embarrassing. Besides, it’s not like I’d had a moment to spare to deal with the shock even if he had spoken up when he’d first returned.
And what I really mean to say is—what I really want to say . . .
But there are no words. Stunned tears obscure my attempts to express how—how grateful—
“I know,” Ash says, quietly. “I’m sorry it took so long. We can talk later. Right now, it looks like you have other things to worry about.”
But Ash is alive.
And here. With Ravel. And not just that, but also with Ange’s sister Amy, and her . . . actually, I’m not entirely sure what Sam is to Amy, but Lily treats him like a father.
I could strangle Ravel for that—if I could actually lay hands on him right now. He h
