Page 16 of Night Sector
“Kyra?” a deep voice echoed from the icy mist.
“It’s fine,” she replied from beside me. “He’s here for Quinn.”
“And the other?” the male pressed, his presence cloaked behind some sort of magic curtain. Because all I could see around us were frigid waters and ice caps.
“Is someone I’ll handle on my own,” she stated dryly.
I glanced at her, my eyebrow arched.And how do you intend to handle me, little killer?I mused.With that knife in your boot?
She grunted in response, saying nothing else. However, her mind showcased a myriad of ways she would like tohandleme, and none of them were pleasant.
Which only caused my wolf to purr with expectation because the animal inside me enjoyed a good fight. Especially when the opponent resembled a gorgeous Omega with a penchant for violence.
She’s not ours,I informed my inner beast.Stop salivating.
“Does she often fall unconscious when she visits?” Kieran asked, his gaze taking in our surroundings and the enchanted veil before us.
“No, but it’s been a very long time since her last visit,” Kyra answered, her tone wary. “She came here after your betrothal. Then she left to pursue a lead and never really returned.”
Kieran nodded. “The island is requiring her to make up for lost time. Take me to her.”
Kyra swallowed and took a step forward, her focus on that shimmering curtain.
Is that the barrier?I asked her.
The entire island is a barrier,she returned, her mind elaborating where her words did not.
It seemed we’d already passed through the initial dome hovering over these bespelled lands, leaving only the icy cloud before us. However, that cloud wasn’t really a shield. It was actually a spell created by the male who’d asked about my presence.
Fritz, I realized, the name loud in Kyra’s thoughts.The Protector she’d mentioned to Kieran.
Only, he was an Omega, not an Alpha.
AV-ClanOmega.
And he stood just inside the mist as we passed through, his muscular stature surprisingly robust for an Omega. He was no match for me or Kieran, but I could see how his size had earned him the Protector title on the island.
“We need to walk,” Kyra said, her focus on Kieran as we moved toward the mist. “I’m worried the shield will react to you shadowing.”
Kieran nodded in response, following with ease along beside her while I kept pace behind them, my gaze searching the landscape for any potential threats.
Will the barrier let him remain on the island so long as he doesn’t shadow?I wondered at Kyra.Or could it still reject him?
She ignored me, but her mind provided the response I needed—she didn’t really know. And she was conflicted on how she felt about that. Part of her wanted this to work, while a darker part of her would enjoy watching the spell rip him apart.
You’d better hope it’s not the latter,I told her.
Not a fan of bloody ice?she returned, her catlike gaze glittering beneath the moonlight as she glanced over her slender shoulder at me.
“This enchantment is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. How old is it?” Kieran asked.
When Kyra didn’t readily reply, I pulled the response from her thoughts. “Older than us.”
She fired another glare my way. “Stop poking around in my head.”
“No. Not until I’m sure we’re safe here.”
“You’re not safe here,” she countered.
