Ghost from the Past
Serenye's POV
I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't process what I was seeing. The masked rogue leader stood before me, his hand slowly reaching up to remove his mask. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching into eternity as the black fabric was pulled away to reveal the face underneath.
And my entire world was shattered.
"No," I whispered. "No, you're dead. You died. I saw..."
But I hadn't seen it, had I? I'd been six years old, hidden in that cellar while the screams echoed above me. I'd assumed everyone died. Damian had told me everyone had died.
The man standing before me had eyes I remembered. Dark blue, almost black, like a stormy sea. Hair that fell in waves to his shoulders, darker than mine. A face that was older, harder, marked by scars an
