Like Kiss

“Who are you?” Andrev asked. He couldn’t quite believe it was her.

She just tilted her head to one side and smiled, and Andrev’s heart lurched. He knew that smile. She pressed one finger to her lips and glanced pointedly at Rastaban, then beckoned again.

It was too easy to slide out of the bed of furs and onto the grass, to slip into the shadows after Kana.

“You’re dead,” Andrev said.


“Apparently you dreamed me back to life,” Kana whispered.

“Why would I do that?”

“So we can do what we never got to do,” Kana said, “like kiss.”