“Show me.” Nesta stepped away from the shelf and squared off against him. “Show me where I’m dropping my elbow.” He blinked at the rippling intensity in her face. Then he swallowed. Swallowed, because there she was: a glimpse of that person he’d known before the war with Hybern had ended. A glimmer of her, like a mirage—like if he looked at it too long, she’d slip away and vanish.
