The man reached the cemetery gate before I reached the mausoleum.
That should not have been possible.
He moved without running.
One moment, the dark coat passed behind a stone angel. The next, it appeared beyond the row of family monuments, gliding through the spaces between them without the uneven motion of a human body crossing wet ground.
Rhea followed several yards behind me.
“Atlas.”
“I see him.”
“Then you also see that he isn’t moving correctly.”
The burial continued behind us.
A minister spoke in a voice designed to carry without disturbing the dead. Mourners stood beneath a gray sky, their attention fixed on the casket being lowered into the earth.
No one appeared to notice us leave.
No one except Hannah.
I had felt her gaze follow me.
The bond stretched between us, th
