“Simple?” Trinity both bitched and praised, clearly her Múspellsheimr side now. She and the others stood and wiped themselves off from where she had flung them. “That shit was anything but simple.”
Trinity nodded at Raven with approval even as she winced at needing help, to begin with. Tor stared at Raven’s dragon in both admiration and shock. She had no idea why until she looked down and realized several of her scales had turned silver.
“It’s your magic coming through.” Cian’s expression grew grave. “Which means the clock is truly ticking down now.”
She didn’t need to ask what it was counting down to. The concern in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. Her magic manifesting in her scales meant she was becoming more and more obvious to the enemy.
“While I get it’s a different look,” she muttered to Tor, in no huge rush to shift back, “why do you seem so shocked?”
It felt wonderful to finally embrace this form again. To not feel a surge of power that could pull her down too low but energize her in a whole new way.
“I’m shocked because your silver scales seem so familiar,” Tor replied before sharing something that began to tie the pieces together.
Chapter Ten
TOR HAD NO idea whatto make of recognizing Raven’s silver dragon scales, only that it was most definitely connected to Revna somehow.
“Right,”Raven muttered. “Revna.” She shifted back to human form. “I suppose we oughta circle back to that conversation.”
While he more than appreciated admiring her human half, he was surprised by how discouraged he was to see her dragon vanish. It had been as stunning as her human form and, without a shred of doubt, all his. The moment he not only felt her magic save him but looked into her silvery-turquoise dragon eyes for the first time, he knew her inner beast was destined for his.
“And what do you mean my silver scales are familiar?” Raven continued, pulling him from his thoughts. “They're new. I’m positive I didn’t have them when I came here in a dream.” She shook her head. “Or when I astral projected.”
“What makes you so sure you were dreaming or astral projecting?” Vicar asked. “Perhaps you were actually here. Trinity was here in person on and off before it grew too dangerous, and she astral projected instead.”
“Because we never physically touched,” Tor replied. Orhadthey?
“So.” Vicar shrugged. “Not touching doesn’t mean you never came face to face, whether in human or dragon form. Perhaps there wasn’t enough time, or there was some other reason.”
“He’s right,” Raven said. “Anything’s possible, I suppose.” She continued through a narrower tunnel that stemmed off from the one they had been traversing as though she knew where she was going. “Uncanny that you felt seeing my silver scales was connected to Revna somehow, though. Care to elaborate, Tor?”
Not really, but he had no choice if they hoped to move forward.
“I’m not sure other than to say seeing them brought me back to an important moment with the seer.” Uncomfortable knowing Raven could follow his thoughts, likely even his emotions, when he spoke of the profound moment, he cleared his throat. “I had grown up with Revna and been around her plenty of times, but something about that day when I went to Mt. Galdhøpiggen was different.”
He and his kin hadn’t visited the mountain much as children, but as his gift grew, sometimes he would travel there to seek Revna’s counsel. Not just about his ability to converse with the dead but his skill at healing. Both were powers she could assist him with, and she had, always as a friend, always platonically, until one spring evening. She had been strolling through the woodland, gathering herbs for some potion or another. While it was typical enough for her to smile hello in that demure way of hers, this time, it was different.
