“I’m not breeding you. I just need your word.”
“Fine.” Mila rolled her eyes, tossing her hands out to the side. “If Brother Prospero wants me to promise not to scream, then I promise to keep my mouth shut.”
My heart tightened. “Don’t call me that.”
“What should I call you then?” she snapped. “Kidnapper? Cult leader? Insa–” Her words immediately cut off and her eyes widened as I pulled my hood down and tugged the face mask off. When she spoke again, it was little more than a whisper. “Ray?”
I didn’t respond, waiting for it to sink in. A beat of silence passed, and then another.
She opened her mouth, and I wasn’t sure if she was going to scream at me, or tell me she loved me. “Holy shit, Ray. It reallyisyou.”
I knew the emotions running through her were the same ones I had earlier in the evening. A ghost had been brought back to life, and now here we stood in the flesh in front of each other.