Adrian's POV
I stepped out into the cold stone corridor away from the music and answered on the fourth ring.
"Who is this."
And then a voice I had buried, a voice I had mourned, a voice that split me open where I stood.
"Adrian. It's me. I'm alive."
Raze rose in me so hard and so fast I had to put a hand against the wall.
She was alive. She was alive, and she was calling me from somewhere in this very country, whispering an address into my ear like a secret, like a prayer, and telling me to come fast.
"I'm coming," I told her."Nothing on this earth is keeping me from you."
The line went dead.
I stood in that cold corridor with the phone pressed to my ear and the dead line humming, and for one long, shattering moment I couldn't move. Joy is not the word for what
