Okay, so I don't know what I was expecting. But after everything that happened? I was absolutely and utterly floored by the fact the tall redhead who took a casual seat, crossing her knees with grace to rival Vivian's, her green eyes locked on mine, was alive.
And well.
And... what?
"Fiona," I whispered. "You're Fiona Doyle."
She laughed, a soft but rich sound, and it carried as every single person in the room stared in complete silence.