As we lie in bed later, waiting for the sun to show itself fully, I can’t help but think about Cyrus. I can’t even begin to understand that he’s actually Kir. How is that possible? Did he reverse his aging? Did he reincarnate himself? I know we’re magical beings, but resurrection is not exactly possible in our world either.
“You’re unusually quiet. What’s up with you?” Marcus asks after a few minutes. He’s running his fingers up and down my bare arm, making goosebumps appear in the line that he leaves behind.
I shrug, not even knowing how to address this. Then, I freeze. I was so shaken yesterday, that I didn’t even remember that I texted Marcus before going into Cyrus’s office. At the time, I was still sure that he was Kir’s murderer and possibly working with my mother.
“I was just won
