But that decision had meant leaving Lyka to his own devices. I had no idea if he resented me for it or if had been driven back to madness by the witch’s assault. I certainly hoped for the best. His makeshift home seemed as civilized as when I checked on him on Isla Caida before everything fell apart, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself.
Before long, I found Lyka in human form, standing on the edge of a rock and looking out over the ocean. I followed his gaze, but all I saw were sapphire-blue waters, occasionally dotted with a seabird diving down to snatch a fish before flying away again.
I cleared my throat, but my brother didn’t so much as blink. My frown deepened. I certainly don’t prefer this madness, but… The man standing in front of me looked like my brother, but he was acting
