Rayne stilled in shock. His words . . . she couldn't be hearing them. Thus had to be a figment of her imagination. She forced herself to speak. Bastian . . . There were no words for this. The deep, penetrating sorrow that arose in her chest, the flutter of emotional pain. Rayne leapt up, and stood on wobbly legs. She avoided Bastian's eyes as she moved off into the trees.