"We… we all saw you die."
Adam's eyes met Hannah's for but a moment, but it was obvious that there was a storm of guilt swirling within them.
"I'm sorry," he said, closing his eyes as he sighed.
Hannah stared at him, her gaze falling onto the bloodstained cloth on his collars, before straying up to his throat, which should have had a hole in it—but there was nothing. Only his neck, completely unscathed.
Her fingers trembled as she gestured vaguely at where his fatal wound should be.
"How... did you survive? What... how is this..." Her words stumbled over each other as her eyes flicked between Grace and Samantha, as if wanting answers from them.
Grace didn't speak, but her and her daughter's lack of surprise was all the answer she needed.
"You... what?"
The absurdity of what she wanted to say—that he couldn't be killed, that he was something beyond human—caught in her throat.
The thought was… ridiculous.
