"Revive her?" Fiore repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. The very idea seemed absurd, no matter how she turned it over in her mind. Bringing someone back from the dead? That was the realm of desperate myths and nightmarish fantasies, not reality. His mother was gone, had been for years, and nothing in the world could change that. So why was Lance talking as though it was possible?
But he didn’t answer her question. His face remained calm, impassive, unreadable, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb into the middle of their conversation. He turned on his heel, the tension in his body betraying his thoughts, but his voice remained steady. "Let’s meet with the Neander for now," he said, brushing past her without waiting for a response.
Fiore opened her mouth to protest, to demand answers
