As if he didn't dare believe what he was seeing, Lucas Scott went blank for a few seconds, then blinked his Eyes hard.
He opened his mouth, but for a long moment couldn't get a single word out.
Until he saw the tears slipping from the corner of Stella York's Eyes…
Watching her struggle to open her mouth, calling his name, syllable by syllable: "Lu…cas… Scott…"
Just three simple words, so light they almost didn't exist, and Lucas Scott's pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes flushed red in an instant, tears falling out of control, blurring his line of sight…
Awake.
She was awake.
This wasn't his hallucination, wasn't a dream he was having—the person in front of him was truly, actually awake.
The scene he'd longed for for seven years, waited all this time to see, had finally appeared!
Like a dream…
So unreal, so terrifyingly likely to be just an illusion.
"Thud—" The hand she was gripping his with seemed to spend the last of its strength, then slid down onto the Bed.
