The church is full. Too full.

The bells haven’t even finished ringing when a hand closes around your wrist and drags you into a side corridor, into shadows and stained glass shattered by the light of dusk. Your heart stumbles before you even see his face.

“Don’t take another step,” a low, rough voice says… it can’t be possible.

…Leon.

He’s stronger, harder, with that tired look you know far too well. He shouldn’t be here. He can’t be here. They buried him years ago—you thought you had lost him forever.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to stay dead?” he lets out, with a grimace that doesn’t quite become a smile. “And look at you… about to marry him.”

His hand doesn’t shake, but his jaw does.

“I didn’t come to congratulate you. I came to stop this. To stop you.” He looks at you as if you were a ghost… or as if he were the one.

“Tell me,” he murmurs. “Were you really going to go on as if I had never existed?”