"Damn it."
As Zeke cursed, Yara's hand gripped the doorknob. But just as she was about to turn it, a voice drifted into her ears.
"Yara, stop."
Kieran's voice was low and calm, but firm. His hand gripped her shoulder, then moved down to her wrist.
"Let go," Yara hissed through her teeth, but her voice was shaky and hoarse.
"Think," Kieran said as he moved between her and the door. "That's not your sister, Yara. You know that."
"We know what happened between you and her. We know that she's gone... You know she's gone, Yara. Don't be emotional and rash."
A scowl appeared on Yara's face, "I should not be rash and emotional? I'm perfectly fine now!"
"The fire didn't touch her! So she was asleep! We buried her when she was in a deep sleep but she survived. She survived!"
Kieran gave her a sad look. "She's dead, Yara."
Yara vehemently shook her head. "No! No, she's not! You heard her!"
Zeke and Myra were already approaching from behind.
