Kevin took a sudden sharp breath his head snapped up, his chair clattering to the floor as he stood up. He whirled around, his eyes searching the grounds visible from his window. The shockwaves from the veil swept over him, the incoming signature of not just one Kin but multiple, all arriving en masse. His lips curled up and he gave an inarticulate growl. Down in the gardens below, spreading out behind those in the lead, marched guards wearing a crest that was familiar to him—the crest of the Fourth. The guards could only be his Elite Guard, although they paled in significance compared to his own day and era of wearing that crest.
Kevin's eyes were drawn to the self-assured young man at the front. He seemed to be perfectly ordinary to his other sight, yet Kevin knew him; even thought they
