“I heard you, Josephine. You called for me and I heard you. All the miles between us and I heard your voice. You were like a beacon, calling me to you,” Stefan softly mused. “I could only hear you say my name, over and over. It was maddening, hearing your cries and being so close, yet so far away. I knew as long as I heard you, you were still alive. That was my only consolation.”
My fingers stopped moving over his wrist and I leaned out of chair to search out his downcast eyes. “You heard me? How?”
A slight smile pulled at the side of his mouth as his sea blue eyes glinting as they flickered up to meet mine. “We are one now.”