Ryan's POV

My face was confused as I looked if up in the new woman's eyes that had just said she was Astella's grandmother. Elena Hadrid was already dead for a decade plus. I had attended her funeral, had seen them bury her. And here she was standing before me, looking as I remembered her, right down to the silver hair that seemed to glow in the eerie light from the rift.

“That can’t be,” I managed to say in a roughened voice. Elena died when Astella was twelve. We all saw her body."

"Did you?" Elena inquired, her eyes like two ancient coals burning into me in such a...