She smiled her beautiful smile, and I took a moment to examine her. Her eyes were the same, only slightly more fire-touched. Her hair too, which was now heavily streaked with red and gold. And the wings—the largest change of all—were still angelic in shape, with some fire and phoenix in there as well. Those wings wrapped around us, hiding her naked form. “I was reborn,” she trilled in the musical voice I’d never expected to hear again. “Honor Meadows have their own afterlife, but I never went there. I went to yours because of our bond.”
