"Little kitty?"
Sonya's voice was uncertain, the familiar name barely louder than a whisper.
She stared at the face before her.
Her gaze moved down to the black wraps covering his arms, then the robe gathered around his knees. When he shifted, her eyes followed him.
Simon was right there.
She knew his footsteps, his breathing, and the movements of his body through the earth. But none of those things had prepared her for this.
For his face.
She lifted a hand to touch his face, then stopped to examine her own fingers.
They were longer than she was used to.
And she could see them.
Sonya turned her head.
Akaza stood beyond the barrier with Virella and Ammor. Their familiar presences helped her match the faces to the people she knew.
Virella was staring at her with one hand pressed against her mouth. Ammor leaned forward beside her, while Enigma watched with raised brows.
Farther above, twelve figures occupied the terrace.
