Chapter 30

"Miss me?" he murmured.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

This wasn't possible.

Nicholas was dead.

And yet he was standing right in front of me.

I took a shaky step back, my breathing uneven. My back hit the fitting room wall, my hands trembling against the fabric of the dress I hadn't even finished putting on.

He looked the same.

Same sharp green eyes. Same messy dark hair.

I blinked. Just for a second.

Then I screamed.

A raw, instinctive sound ripped from my throat as I stumbled backward, knocking over a chair.

Footsteps pounded toward me. The fitting room door burst open.

Ashley.

She flicked the light switch on, flooding the room with brightness. "Astrid? What happened?"

I gasped for air, whipping my head around. My heart was still hammering, my fingers digging into the dress I hadn't finished putting on.

But Nicholas—

He was gone.