She nodded. “It is enough, for now. I have held the block for as long as I can. Return to your people and protect your Foraltae. Skuld will stop at nothing to get her back, I assure you.”
Heath eyed the portal she indicated. “How do we know you aren’t to blame?”
The woman stepped forward. “There is a wolf among your people, one who was damaged beyond repair. I … righted the wrong which had been done to him. Tell Dominic and Arturo they are welcome.”
Asherah shifted. “Past. She speaks of the past. Skuld only speaks of the future.”
Heath didn’t understand, but Asherah didn’t say anything else.
“Asherah can’t tell you. It would alter things. I have done what I can. You must leave now. Do what you were born to do, Kieran. Everything you’ve ever gone through, even the lies and the bad, were meant for you to be the man you are to her. Trust in that. Something tells me you may have a friend on that side to help.”
She stepped away and opened a side door, revealing another portal. “I swear, the insufferable nature of this tower is beyond me. Must it always change?”
The woman huffed and moved to another door and opened it. “Ah, here it is. I bid you farewell.”
Kallan lifted a brow. “Trust it?”
What else could they do? Heath needed to get Asherah as far away as possible. “We don’t have another choice.”
Kallan sighed. “So be it.”
They stepped through the portal.
Chapter Fifteen
They came out in Encantado, just steps away from the Scorched Earth. Luckily, not on top of the fucking Guardians who would have taken off their heads.
“Oh gods,” Asherah whispered, spinning in a slow circle.
Heath grinned. “Welcome to the Fragile, Asherah. We are in Encantado.”
Cars honked somewhere in the distance, and Asherah jerked to his side. “What is that?”
He didn’t want to get into what a car was. Not right now. They weren’t safe here. “It’s transportation. I’ll explain everything, but we need to move.”
Kallan nodded, slipping from his armor and using his magic to create dark jeans and a green button-up shirt. Teague, Eiravel, and Cynes followed suit.
“We’ve got to get you changed,” Heath told Asherah.
“Is something wrong with my attire?”
“In Encantado, you appear as though you’re heading to a wedding.”
Heath pictured a look in his mind, one he could see fitting Asherah, and melded her wardrobe. Black leather leggings covered her legs and made her ass stand out in mouth-watering detail. He closed her feet in short black boots with a wedge heel, adding silver chains across the ankle. Finally, he gave her an off-the-shoulder white shirt that tied over her flat stomach.
Fuck, that’s all mine.
Okay, so he made her look like some rocker chick, but it really went with her blue-and-green hair. Sort of a sea-grunge look or some shit like that.
She ran her hands down her outfit. “I am wearing pants like a male.”
Heath groaned. “And they look so good on you, baby. Trust me.”
She preened under his compliment. “Then I think I shall keep them.”
Heath changed his clothes to match her, with black jeans, heavy boots, and a white graphic tee. He tied his hair up in the man-bun style—’cause he was cool like that—and used just enough of his glamour to add golden tones to his skin.
No one would care about Asherah, with this being a city of paranormals, but she was with Heath and he was known all too well. He spread his glamour to make their ears less pointed and alter all the Unseelie skin tones. It hurt to use so much at one time, but it was better than being immediately spotted.
