(Carlos’ POV)
Carlos scanned the scene around him.
Iosefina stood at the heart of the ruins in her human form. Wardragon loomed beside her, faint traces of dragon scale gleaming beneath his skin. Fenris, pale and precise, stood watch with one hand resting on the hilt of his blade.
And then there was the fox.
Three tails shimmered through the haze. She perched atop a cracked pillar—small, elegant, fur rippling in the shifting light. Then she leapt down—graceful, effortless—and vanished behind the pillar, Eiko emerging in the fox’s place.
Her long black hair gleamed with copper at the edges. My breath caught; my chest tightened.
“Eiko,” I blurted.
She smiled, sly and amused.
“Neat trick, huh?” she said with a smirk.
I just stared. “That shouldn’t be possible.”
“You talk too much,”
