“Tell me what I said to you.” He reached out to brush her hair back from her face, fingers soft and inconceivably corporeal. “What was the last thing I said to you, Sasha?” She shivered. His palm kissed her cheek fleetingly, gently, while he savored her with a glance, scouring her face like something precious, lost and found. “You said,” she began, and swallowed. “You said, ‘I’ll find you, Sasha.’” “Yes. I said I would find you.”
