"You're dead."
I stopped struggling, at a loss for words, after hearing that from Zebin, who was standing right in front of me. His blue eyes are looking deeply into mine, and they do not seem as playful as they always were; rather, they are serious.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You've been gone since you closed your memories with them, Felix. You've been a lost soul since then."
What?
"No," I answered. "Weren't you there as well? You were the one who told me to suspect both Vic and Skye!"
Zebin turned the other way and walked ahead, as we were both suddenly in the house that I share with Tazanna. I ran to hug her, then stopped when another man—Vic Franco—showed up with a smile on his face and planted a kiss on my fiancée's forehead. Their eyes sparkled as they looked at each other, and I knew love was in there.
