"No…" Kyra shook her head, backing away from the familiar man. He hadn’t aged a day, she thought, feeling as if she were fourteen all over again. "No, you left. You can’t be here…" Focus, she thought. She was better than this. She had worked to be better than this. After a deep breath, she looked him flat in the eye, green meeting silver. Calm, she thought. Like a still lake.