Amara stared back at me with wide eyes. “This is impossible.” She backpedaled, trying to create space between us. Her dark hair flying back as she stumbled, but I followed her.
“No…but do you want to know what is possible?” I finally released her throat, but grabbed her hand before she could pull away. “You being here.”
She furrowed her brow. “What?”
“I let it slide the last time I saw you because I was confused and more focused on getting the spell attacking me broken, but this time, this time, I’m going to figure this out.” I pulled her closer to me.
“What are you talking about?”
“You, Amara, you are dead.” I watched her eyes widened. Then there was a soft ripple that ran over her face. It was subtle. And if I hadn’t known the real Amara, or if I was farther away, I would have mi
