“Marry me instead,” he’d added so easily, like we were still seventeen, like we hadn’t lost each other to our separate wars.
A laugh slipped out of me, rusty and sharp. “Marry you? We’re old, Kier.”
“Come on, Karylle.” His grin almost crackled through the line. “Wouldn’t this be the sweetest revenge? They’d lose their house ghost and you’d finally live. What’s stopping you?”
I looked at my reflection in the dark kitchen window—bruised cheekbone, split lip, eyes that had died and come back to life all in a week. What was stopping me?
“Why not?” I said, my voice steadier than my pulse. “Fine. Let’s meet in Tokyo.”
His chuckle was warm, so different from the cold laughter I’d grown used to. “Tokyo Disneyland. You’ve been waiting twenty years, right?”
“Twenty years too late, but maybe just in time.” I hung up before I could change my mind.
I turned and nearly jumped. Mike was standing in the hallway, eyes narrowed.
“Tokyo? What the hell are you mumbling about? Who were you talking to?”
I slipped my phone into my pocket, calm as I could. “Nothing. Just the travel agency confirming your booking for tomorrow. Everything’s arranged.”