“You look worse than I expected.” The hood fell back, revealing a face I had thought I’d never see again. Warm brown eyes met mine, gentle and filled with something I couldn’t name. A sob clawed up my throat, thick and unbearable. “What are you doing here?” I pleaded, raw with disbelief. “I’m here for you, Nyra,” he murmured the only name he had ever known me by. Micah.
