Chapter 29He was himself. He was Frederick Elyan Cunnick, and no beastly senses filled his mind. He was Frederick, and his mouth was on Lyne’s, and his arms were around her.
Yet he did not need enhanced sight or hearing to realise the danger they were still in. The chasm had closed, sealing the lifeless form of the kraken with a cliff wall of rock, but aftershocks continued to rumble. The cave collapsed in on itself, sliding into the sea.
Danger or no, he met Lyne’s eyes, and answered the question they asked. “Yes, it worked. I am myself again.”
She raised the scroll, and he pushed down the lower flap with a finger. The sheet was scarred and burnt at its edges, but the rose stood out on the page, centuries later, still faintly crimson.
The main entrance lay two tunnels ahead. He grabbe
