KIERYGAN'S POV
Evander phased back to Ashteryn’s cottage, while Ulyanna and I made our way there on foot. As soon as we stepped inside, we were greeted by the thick scent of smoldering coals and molten metal hanging heavy in the air.
Ashteryn was already hunched over his workbench when we arrived, his massive hands moving with a peculiar, practiced grace.
Eirlys sat before him, her hand resting on the table as Ashteryn peered at the bracelet encircling her wrist through a magnifying lens. He didn’t even glance up as we entered.
“About time,” he rumbled impatiently, his voice low and gravelly.
I arched a brow, amusement flickering in my chest. “I didn’t realize we were late for an appointment.”
A faint smirk ghosted across his face as he lifted a small object from the cluttered table
