A silence that made the hairs on my arms lift.
Perse’s eyes did not leave Ermes, but the gold under her skin changed. It stopped flickering like trapped lightning and started glowing like something deeper had finally opened its eyes.
Inside me, Itaca went quiet.
Very quiet.
The kind of quiet that made my stomach twist because my wolf, who usually had opinions about everything, including my mate, my posture, and whether or not we should bite people for breathing wrong, had suddenly shut the f**k up.
‘What?’ I asked her, because my sister looked like the center of the world had just shifted under her feet. ‘What is happening?’
Itaca did not answer right away.
She stared through my eyes at Perse.
At Eden.
At the gold trapped under my sister’s skin.
At the blue mist trying to cage it
