"Think again, Henry. If you think you can kill my woman, then you really need to think again." A very familiar voice said from behind, making me gulp as I looked at him. He was standing with his bones and flesh very much intact in his body. Only if I wouldn't have been in so much pain, I wouldn't have believed the sight in front of me.
Pheonix Atticus was standing in front me. Alive and fresh. With the same attitude he always carried with him.
Henry was as shocked as me. If maybe not more. He was looking at Pheonix as if he had seen a ghost. The fear in his eyes had made me chuckle softly. In pain, in relief, at the overwhelming emotions that kept dwelling inside me. Both of the men turned to look at me. I didn't blame them. I sounded like a lunatic. Laughing at the return of my boyfrien
