The footsteps stopped halfway down the staircase.
Elena couldn’t see the man’s face.
Only his silhouette.
Tall.
Still.
Familiar in a way that made something deep inside her ache.
Adrian stepped in front of her.
“Who are you?”
The man continued down.
One step.
Then another.
The lantern light finally reached his face.
Older than the photograph.
Thinner.
His hair almost completely silver.
But the eyes were unmistakable.
Evelyn whispered,
“Daniel.”
The man stopped.
For several seconds, nobody moved.
Then he looked directly at Evelyn.
“You remember me.”
She shook her head.
“Not everything.”
Daniel’s gaze moved to Elena.
“And you?”
Elena swallowed.
“I remember the mirror.”
Something changed in his expression.
“Then there is still time.”
Adrian’s weapon remained rais
