*Rionna*** Chapter 48

“M-mom?” the man stammers, his face pale as he gawks at me.

I turn my head to see if there is anyone behind me but just find a closed door in my path.

Who is he calling Mom?I wonder.

Toran chuckles softly to himself and I frown at him for teasing me before turning back to the frightened man.

A single tear rolls down his cheek but he does not move any closer to me, as if he is afraid I might disintegrate should he so much as breathe near me.

He looks so familiar…I tell myself though I can’t quite make out where exactly I have seen him.

“Look harder, Ry,” Toran mind-links me.

“You know him.”

“I do? “ I ask, squinting my eyes at the mysterious man.I study his features, taking in his dark hair, his smooth pale skin and his warm brown eyes.

Those eyes…Where have I seen those eyes….

“I think we should sit down first, Ry,” Toran says, getting up to offer me his chair.

I step towards my husband only for the young man to whimper.

A memory suddenly pops into my head of a little boy with a stutter doing his best to recite a poem, a few sad tears trickling down his cheeks as he stumbles through his words.

“You’re the little boy from my dreams…” I murmur, a soft smile curling on my lips as I turn to face him.

when you couldn’t say a word right…” I mutter to myself, snapping my

aren’t you?” I add, my excitement growing about

more about you than Toran

me mildly uncomfortable, but I push onward,

up my smile despite the man’s

I making him

the young woman beside him clinging to

I smile, hoping to get a reaction from

by the way she looks at me.I turn to the small older woman who has her brows furrowed in anger at Toran and I, my heart skipping a beat

her, the small woman shaking

will you sit down, please?” Toran sighs, ushering me

young man to sit as well, but he refuses to move an inch, completely paralyzed by his

me, something so loving and pure yet so familiar, like sitting by a fireplace on a cold winter’s night, the glow of the flames touching every inch of me,

I to you?” I whisper, a nauseating feeling growing in my belly when

whispers after a long silence, his words cutting into

silence and I close my eyes to concentrate, willing my

murmurs via mind-link, his voice soft

kissing my hand. “He told me I had died, but for some reason, I came back…” I add, still unable to wrap my head around the story myself. Toran sighs heavily and explains in further detail the events of my rising. “After I ordered the hit during King Arthur’s birthday party, I requested that my wolves bring me back her body as proof of her death.As she was being transported to Ravenstone, she sat up in the back of the van, the wound on her neck completely healed,” Toran adds with emphasis. “My wolves told me she was awake for a while, but it was as if she were in limbo, not really ‘here’ at all.She said nothing,

was once Elenore and Toran tells me Imore me.Sometimes I get these recurring dreams, but they don’t really feel like dreams; they’re more like little fragments or hints of my memory….And you are

you are much Bigger

used to read poetry to me and we would watch the butterflies

memory with you is always beautiful and I look forward to dreaming more about you.I don’t know much about Elenore

the guilt once again returns, making me wish I could

reminds me, grabbing hold of my

is all my fault, not yours.I did this

heart, however, makes it hard for me to

I to you?” I whisper aloud, hoping if Zane gave

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