Eira's POV
The voice hangs in the dark corridor like smoke.
"You finally came home."
I paused not moving an inch. My lungs stop working, surprise clearly visible on my face. The third heartbeat against my chest stutters, skips, then doubles its pace.
Art moved first. He steps half a pace in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking the corridor ahead, his hand is tapping the hilt of his blade. Soren moves to my left, his wolf instincts flaring I can hear the low, barely suppressed growl vibrating in his chest. Draven takes my right, heat radiating off his skin in dry, furnace waves.
Nobody attacks, because there's nothing to attack yet.
Till I saw the silhouette of a woman emerging from the darkness slowly. No dramatic entrance. No burst of magic, feeling one wit
