The suffocating tightness that had held Lila in its grip melted away in an instant. Blood rushed to her head, leaving her limbs trembling faintly.
She stared at Adrian's breathtaking, painfully familiar face. Her eyes burned as a rush of heat surged behind her eyelids.
It was him. Flesh and blood, breathing and alive.
Not a smoke-induced fever dream. Not a dying hallucination. She had truly traveled back—back to the beginning, before any of the tragedies had devastated their lives.
Every ruinous mistake, every unforgivable sin—she still had time to bleed and make amends for them all.
Before she could fully decipher the tempest of dark, guarded emotions swirling in Adrian's eyes, Celia stepped forward. Her posture was stiff, her tone polite yet icy. "Miss Sterling, please wait outside
