Chapter 95

John Chase had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, Helena thought.

Her heart ached as she realized how long it had been since she had seen that intense obsidian gaze, like two black lagoons. She felt herself slowly unraveling as she touched the skin of his face, fully aware that this wasn’t real. But of all the dreams she had with John since everything happened, none felt as real as this one.

John raised his hands and touched her hair, his expression a mix of suspicion and wonder.

“Are you really here?” his voice was a whisper.

“I don’t care if you’re real or not; I’ve missed you so much. It’s hard to live without you... it’s like the sun rises for everyone in the world, but for me, there’s only darkness and cold—just like this place.” Helena murmured, her voice thick with restrained tears. Her knees buckled, and she let herself fall to the ground, but John knelt beside her and pulled her into the shelter of his arms. Her face sank into h