The Ancient pressed a shaky hand to her chest, her expression tormented. “I didn’t know, I didn’t realize—”
“You took away the one person who meant everything to me…” Her lips trembled, and her body started glowing as if lit from within. “You can never replace her!”
“Kira,no—!” Týr dove for her, but his hands just slipped through air. She vanished right in front of him.
“What the hell did you do?” he snarled at the Ancient.
“Her abilities are unraveling. Not only did her sire bind her, I did, too. It seems she can now flash. Go. You are her mate, you will find her. My Kira won’t hold onto her anger for long. She will always have a bit of humanity in her.”
Týr, turning for the door, wheeled around, his eyes narrowing. “Humanity? How?”
“It was something I had to do so Kira could appear mortal to Others. I’ll explain all later…” The female swayed, her body distorting and wavering like a hologram, and then Kira’s beloved matriarch appeared for a brief second before morphing back into the Ancient.
“Is it wise to wear this glamour?” Týr asked then, frowning.
She grasped the table as if she needed its strength to keep her upright. “I no longer need it now that Kira knows the truth. It is difficult to wear a glamour for as long as I have, but if you mean will it keep me safe from the Ancients, then no. We can sense one another when we’re close, no matter our facade. This is my true physical form.”
Hell, what a fucked-up mess. Týr rubbed his eyes, nodded at the Ancient, and then dematerialized, following the strain of anguish he picked up from his mate.
