BEYONDLeaving Mikelos with the bags in the manor house foyer, Victory sprinted to the basement apartment. She stopped in front of the couch, where Asaron sprawled with a book, and planted her hands on her hips.
Her sire tilted his head in greeting, not bothering to glance from his book. “Welcome home. How’d it go?”
Victory had a million possible answers to that question, ranging from “Holy s**t, time travel is real,” to “I saw Jarimis again and I need a hug,” and ending with “I beat the crap out of my past self, so I need you to tell me I didn’t f**k up the timeline.”
Instead: “I’m seeing strange shadows, and I think I spoke to them.”
Asaron lurched at her words, fumbling his book. “You what?”
Victory collapsed next to him on the couch. She laid her head against the cushions, so she w
