yet on another level the events of the evening seemed like a dream and i could not really believe that storm was dead . the smirk on her face tipped up one corner of her lips , making her look younger than her fifty years . chapter 20 he had n't called on her-not today , not yesterday and not the day before that either . his companion was not so pleased to see them . he ran a hand along her back . `` you show amazing strength , '' he murmured , stirring the hair around my ear . 