“Brennan?” Mira croaks, and I move back a couple of steps to give them room. “How?” “Hey, Mira.” He’s less than a dozen feet away, his grin widening. “You’re alive?” She stumbles forward, shaking her head. “After… I mean… It’s been six years, and you’re…alive?” “In the flesh.” He opens his arms. “Gods, it’s good to see you.” She draws back her fist and punches him straight in the face.
