Katriona’s [POV]
My eyes and heart are sending mixed messages. It can’t be. My heart screams for it to be true. But my head says I saw his body fall to the ground.
Didn’t I? Tears wet my lashes and I can’t seem to take a breath.
“Grey? Grey, is that really you?” I fist the front of Sylan’s shirt and he wraps his protective arms around me, lending me his strength. And I need all I can get.
Sylan leans down until his lips are by my ear. “Go to him, Mo chroi. Go to him. He’s waited so long to see you again.”
As soon as Grey steps from the darkness, my knees became rubber and unreliable.
I take several uncertain steps. But the closer I get the more I come to terms with the fact I’m not seeing a ghost.
“It’s you.”
I practiced saying a million things to say to Grey—to
