Something wasn't right. Lucian could feel it the moment he looked at Kyra standing before them.
For starters, the Soul of magic was putting on a white gown instead of the battle-fitted trousers and shirt that she had on when they arrived on the Isle. And then, there were her eyes. The colour of Kyra’s eyes were sunset brown; the blonde-haired warrior had seen it enough times over the course of the two years they had known each other to be undoubtedly sure. But the person in front of him had black eyes; and not just black but dead and apathetic in such a way that it could never have belonged on the lively and caring woman that he knew.
And even worse more than the preceding facts, the Soul of magic was standing next to Saffron. There was no way in the realm that Kyra would willing stand n
