“Still wish you hadn’t come?”
She scrunched her nose and sat back on the couch. “In hindsight, I’d probably do all of it again. I mean, no normal person would ever imagine this”—she waved a hand around the place—“but I’m glad I’m here.”
“That is pleasing to hear.” Wrath’s eyes glowed that iridescent, neon-green. He straightened from the desk. “We will talk later. I have a little matter that needs my attention.”
She frowned.
“You know what I am, Kira. My work is neverending, passing judgment on the souls of the newly demised. Most wish they had led a different life.”
Kira blinked. Then the enormity of what her father truly was hit her with the impact of a hammer to the head. She couldn’t speak at the panic squeezing her chest. Her father—Wrath—was downright terrifying.
“When you are ready to leave, your guard will escort you back.” He made his way to her. She held completely still. “I am glad you are here.” He lightly touched her cheek. The sensation of his fingers on her skin swept through her like lightning. She gasped. But the room was suddenly empty. He’d vanished. And, she realized, so had her terror.
Kira sagged on the armrest, ragged breath sawing past her lips, and rubbed her tingling face, trying to absorb everything she’d learned from Wrath—a Sin. Herfather.
Oh, boy! Her gaze shifted to the wyvern. “I have a dad who’s a badass.”
The creature snorted, sounding like a hissing steam engine, one clearly not impressed.
In a daze, Kira roamed the room and found herself near the arched window overlooking the barren gray landscape. The volcano was back to spitting out flaming lava.
Blowing out a deep breath, she leaned her elbows on the windowsill, absently playing with the small glass ball suspended on the pewter stand pushed to the corner, her mind back on Týr.Please let him be okay.
A wispy gray fog seeped out from the orb. What the heck?Kira leaped back, her hip hitting the huge table behind her. Warily, she eyed the misty haze.
No matter how many times I die, I can never escape this hellhole.The bitter, weary words reverberated in her mind.
Her heart jolted at the familiar voice. She peered through the miasma. “Týr?”
