Max's POV
My grip tightened on my coffee mug as I watched Kyrie slip out of the kitchen. I hadn’t been able to hide my shock when I’d seen her that Earlier this morning—the unmistakable silver in her hair, the glint of her newly awakened power. I knew the protection spell was breaking, unraveling bit by bit, and now the truth I’d worked so hard to conceal was beginning to come to the surface.
My hands shook slightly as I lifted the mug to my lips. Just as I forced a calm sip, the air around me seemed to shift. The kitchen felt colder, tinged with a familiar dread. She was near.
I gaze flickered to the doorway just as the Djinn walked in. She looked exactly like my wife, her face an eerie imitation of the woman I’d loved—long auburn hair, and a warm smile that had once been so genuine. B
