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Ash’s POV: When I turn around, Leila’s gone. Vanished as if she were never there, to begin with. Something that if it wasn’t for the stale, lingering smell of winter pine and cedar I’d be able to believe. That and the pain. The pain I can feel shooting through me from where we’re linked to each other. A Link we share but don’t understand. That’s what acts as a focal point for me once Storm gets over the feeling of her being alive again. He’s understandably confused at first since she’d been dead for a long time by then and he hadn’t been sure she’d survive the third time. But somehow, she did. And that lets me hope. Hope that she might be alright someday somehow. Even after everything that she’s gone through. Maybe one day she’ll be alright. Next to me, Rosa nudged me with her snout w