Sabrina was just about to scream when a familiar voice came from above her head: "Don't be afraid. It's me."

That voice?

If she wasnt mistaken, it was Joseph's.

She opened her eyes, and when she saw that facesculpted and striking, with brows sharp as swords and eyes bright as starsshe froze, utterly stunned.

It took a long moment before she managed to gather herself enough to ask, her voice stumbling over the words, "What are you doing back ...