"Sonia?"
His eyes widens reflecting mine of surprise. Same voice, different face. His once soft features, curly hair now masculine and sleek back, a deep scar ran down his ear to his neck. Choking on a sob, I began to sniff. Lucien is alive. My brother is alive. Not holding the tears anymore, I began to cry into my hands.
"Do you two know each other?" Ella muse, confused.
Meeting his teary eyes. "I-i saw you die. You died." Sitting up, I needed to be sure my mind is not playing dangerous tricks on me. He may have grown bigger, look different; but I recognise my brother even after eight years. The Vatore's aura, his eyes, his smile. He possess it all.
Stumbling a little out of sheer shock, Santiago caught me in his arms. "Baby girl? Look at me." Soft masculine voice pleads. Hot tears s
