Page 88 of Touched

I understand, Cy.

Is that for me? Or for him?

For both of us?

“That’s not my concern, Aeris.” His eyes lock on mine as he asks, “How far is it?”

Realization comes to me.

He’s nervous for me. But also, because he’s never been outside of Laric.

I’m not certain he’s ever even been past the wards.

Ooh, he’s in for quite the ride.

Devyn looks at the three of us and nods, “I’ll accompany you. My oath to Lanie has been upheld. It’s time and you’ll need my help.”

Her oath? What oath?

It’s time?

Time for what?

Callum asks, “What oath? What do you mean your oath to my grandmother has been upheld? Time for what?”

Devyn sighs deeply before a slight smile curves at her lips. “Your grandmother asked me to stay within the wards until the day she had need of me. She told me I would know when it was time. Lanie is my dearest friend, and I knew that the day would come when our parts would all come into play. I simply wasn’t aware so much time would pass, and it would be her grandson and his Kindred who would lead the charge.” Her eyes move between Callum and me. So much I don’t understand is within them. But I can also see that she is not going to reveal anymore.

This is all part of the puzzle.

Does everyone know something that we do not?

How much more is there?

* * *

Acouple of hours have passed when Devyn says, “Well, I suppose we should get going? Night is descending. That will help, though we’ll also be veiled.” She arches her back, stands, takes a quick inventory, and walks out the front door. Callum, Cyrus, and I follow. Lifting onto her toes and angling her chin, she takes to the sky. Looking down at the three of us, she says, “Are you coming?”

Once we’re in the air, I remember the way to the port. I lead the flight with the other three following close behind me.

I’m glad I don’t have to “carry” Callum this time. He’s doing great.

With his new wings, his confidence is also soaring, but I still keep a watchful eye on him. He’s not flown solo before, and his face is a mixture of fascination and terror as we glide through the air… something that’s as natural as breathing to Cyrus and me. Probably Devyn, as well.

It’ll soon be that way for him, too.

Just look at the difference.

He’s commanding now. Authoritative.

And so sexy.

Mine. He’s mine.

My Kindred. My love.

Purposefully pulling myself from the direction my mind wants to lead in, I glance around, realizing it’s growing increasingly dark. Though we’re high above the ground, our enhanced vision allows me to see there is no one around. Literally no one. The dock is quiet and eerily empty.

Is that normal?

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