"Turn back time?" Liera finally managed, her voice a thin, frayed thread. Any other person, anyone sane, would have backed away, perhaps called for a physician or a priest to exorcise whatever delusion had taken hold of the future Duchess of Aldenar. "I don't know what to say."
But Liera didn't move. She looked into Verona's eyes and saw not the cloudiness of a shattered mind, but a terrifying, crystalline clarity. "Verona, do you… do you actually expect me to believe you? People don't just return back in time."
"Don't they?" Verona asked, her voice a low, vibrating hollow. "In your heart, Liera, does the girl who used to hide in the corner and tremble at the sound of her father's boots feel like the woman standing in front of you now? Does my skin feel the same? Does the way I look at you feel like the sister you grew up with?"
