Tai was just beneath my skin, pacing like a caged beast, begging to be let out, begging to do the honors of ripping Syva’s throat out himself.
The air changed.
Syva stepped back. She must have felt my inner demon's rage too.
“You should go home,” I said.
“Your… your face,” she whispered, voice trembling. “You’re shifting. How is that possible?”
I didn’t respond. She was right. Parts of Tai were flashing. I could feel my bones itching, runes shimmering across my collarbone. I was standing on my very last edge of self-control, holding Tai back.
“Leave,” I repeated.
“No one has shifted in years,” she said, backing into a column. “How did you beat the curse?”
“I’m going to say this one more time, Syva. Leave or I’m going to let Tai out so he can do what he's been begging to do for minu
