Elise sensed the remark carried weight, but she didn’t press him. People often saw echoes of familiar faces in strangers. Still, something about the way he said it, almost reverentially, made her wonder who he saw when he looked at her.
A strange familiarity stirred in her as well, though she couldn’t pinpoint what triggered it. She’d never met him, of course, yet sitting beside him created a faint sensation of déjà vu, a feeling of standing near a door she hadn’t opened in years. She shook her head. She was being silly, as Mara would tell her often enough.