"This will only end if I put things back in their rightful place."
Lola felt her body lean back, her eyes fixed on the pair shining beneath the shadow of his hood. The man stood before her in a priestly robe with a hood draped over his head. His face was swallowed by darkness, but she could feel his gaze on her.
"Put things back in their rightful place?" she repeated, torn between disbelief and ridicule at how that sounded. "Who… do you think you are?"
The man studied her expression, tilting his head slightly. "We used to be good friends… Lola."
"Huh?"
"In our first life," he pointed out. "Not the one you remember, but the real one."
Her brows knitted as she stared at him, trying to understand everything he was saying. Perhaps she was even buying herself time until she figured out what was happening. Or how she could get her limp legs moving again.
