"Whoa!" Ari grins, patting his arm. "Aren, we only brushed past briefly. You can already sense that I am someone you know. Take a guess. Who could I be? I will give you a hint. This is my reincarnation."
Aren blinks his eyes, surprised by her words. She's one of those people who have died and she can still remember who she was. How did she die then? What is familiar about her? He can't sense much magic inside her. Ehr is not flowing in her veins.
If she's someone whom he killed, she won't be smiling at him. He didn't have friends. Who could she be? "I am sorry. I can't take a guess."
"You are boring." Ari huffs at him. She crosses her arms and raises her chin proudly. "I am Kresi Mirin. The Renasir you kidnapped, remember? You fed me a drug that day. Then, you left at the last moment. I hated you to guts, but I am glad that you didn't take that dark path. You have grown up well, Aren."
