Cerise followed my gaze and straightened, her face brightening. "There he is!"
"But I thought you said he was going to the garden?" I asked. Surely, we were not there already.
Turning back to the window, I felt my breath catch. The wind had blown back the hood of the man's cloak, and for just a moment, I caught a glimpse of what I thought were azure eyes. I staggered forward, a strangled gasp escaping my lips. Mikhail called a protest after me, but I waved him away. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me. They had to be. Because I thought I saw a ghost. Or I had finally lost my mind. Or perhaps both. After all, ghosts only existed in the ravings of a madman.
I took a step forward, unconscious of where my feet were carrying me. One step became another. Then, I crossed throu
