Angel's POV
I couldn't move.
That was the first thing - the absolute, bewildering inability to move. My feet had stopped working. My lungs had stopped working. The corridor, the walls, the guards, Kane, Terrell standing next to me - all of it had ceased to exist in any meaningful way, because the only thing that existed right now was the face in front of me.
That face.
I knew that face.
I had grown up beside that face. I had argued with it and laughed with it and cried into it and memorized every line of it over the course of an entire lifetime, and then I had spent weeks telling myself I would never see it again, that it was gone, that the fire had taken it along with everything else…
Agnes.
My sister.
My sister, standing in the corridor of Black Wolf Castle, in the grip of Kane's hand, with tear-bright eyes and a face that looked like it was trying to decide whether I was real.
Is this a dream?
