"Jace!"
Grey's voice cracked, disbelief surging through him like a lightning bolt.
His eyes widened as he stared at the figure in front of him.
Jace his friend was standing right before him.
Grey shook his head.
This couldn't be real.
The figure took a step closer, a faint smirk tugging at his lips:
"Hello, Grey."
The voice—it was Jace's voice, unmistakable and familiar.
Grey whispered:
"How... how are you here?"
His voice was barely audible over the pounding of his heart.
"This isn't possible, you're dead."
He scanned the figure in front of him, his instincts screaming in warning.
The way it stood, the way it looked at him—it wasn't Jace.
It couldn't be.
Grey growled, his voice low and sharp.
"Who the fuck are you?!"
His anger flared, hot and raw. Whatever this thing was, it was messing with him, using Jace's face to toy with his emotions.
