Malric's Pov

Celia.

The name slipped through my lips before my mind could even accept it. It was like trying to breathe underwater, every inhale heavier than the last, every second more unreal than the one before.

She was standing there.

Alive.

Breathing.

Whole.

My heart slammed against my ribs, the sound deafening in my ears. I took a step back. Then another. My throat tightened until the words came out hoarse, trembling.

"This isn't possible."

It was all I could say. Over and over. Like maybe if I repeated it enough, reality would bend to fit the madness in front of me.

"This isn't possible... this isn't possible..."

But...