Chapter 45
“Time to wake up, my darling.”
Sara?
I pushed upward from the dark void toward the sound of a female voice. A hand stroked my forehead, but the touch felt wrong. Something was off.
“That’s it. Open your eyes.”
The voice was familiar in a distant way, as if I hadn’t heard it in a long time. But it was also one I knew well. I struggled to focus on it, and slowly, from the mists of my memory, a face appeared. Heart-shaped with mischievous blue eyes. Long blonde hair.
“Elena?” I mumbled, finding it hard to concentrate.
It had been a while since I’d thought about Tristan’s little sister. For years, I’d carried the guilt over her death with me. In recent years, I’d thought of her less, and hardly at all since I met Sara. Maybe protecting Tristan’s granddaughter and keeping her
