"Hey, Ricky," she smiles with tears in her eyes.
_Ricky. _
I haven’t heard that name in a while. "Hey, Anastasia," I give a small smile back. She looks exactly the same but so so different. I look over at the man beside her. Now _he_ looks different. "You alright, Eiran?"
"I was until I saw you, Alric," he answers coldly.
"Ouch."
Anastasia glances from me to her husband. She can sense ...