He thinks it’s coming from me?
“What do you feel from me?”I ask before I even know I’m speaking to him.“Tell me what you’re sensing.”
Something’s wrong. I felt it earlier, running back here when I realized Roran was gone—hotter than usual, like the whole world was tilted slightly wrong.
I thought it was just me, losing it again. But this...
“Your body’s heating up. Something’s not balanced,”he hisses in my mind, but I can tell—he’s not just worried about me.
“It’s not me, Myko.”I slap my palm hard against his scale.“Let me go.”
Finally, he loosens his grip—but not without a sharp, shuddering growl that rolls through the air. He coils upward, spiraling into the sky, his massive body casting a shadow over us. Protective. Guarded. Threatened.
Bay steps up beside me, eyes on the sky. Her expression twists. I think he’s not being gentle with her either.
“It’s not him,” I mutter when she’s close. “I think something’s messing with us.”
“You feel it too?” she breathes. “I thought it was just nerves, after what happened with Roran and me. But he’s too… on edge.”
I nod slowly, my gaze sweeping the alley.
And then my eyes catch on her again.
Onyx. Standing stiff, fists clenched in the oversized pants Bay gave her. Her arm is glowing red.
Shit.
“She’s fighting him,” I say, tilting my chin toward her.
Bay’s head snaps to follow my line of sight. A string of curses slips from her lips. It’s never a good sign when she’s doing it.
“You think it’s Morvakar?” I ask.
She shakes her head, still locked on Onyx. “Myko wouldn’t confusehimwithus.”
She’s right.
Unless—
“Let’s get out of here,” she says, voice tense. “We can’t leave Onyx like this, not outside, not like this. We don’t know what she’s capable of yet, and we can’t risk any more humans around.”
Seriously?
“Myko’s the size of a building and you’re worried aboutherin broad daylight?” I deadpan.
She shrugs. “People in this area have seen worse. They just lie to themselves about it.”
Right.
Bay’s logic. She actually thinks that Myko makes sense, but Onyx doesn’t. I sigh.
My father steps away, calling over his shoulder. “The girls are in the car. You go back with Bay and Onyx. It’ll be safer if she’s only with you two for now.”
He’s right, but that’s not happening.
“I’m not going home,” I say, my voice a wall. “Roran is out there. I’m getting her back.”
His body stiffens mid-step. His eyes snap to mine—cold. Controlled. Deadly. The way he looks at men he’s about to make disappear.
