She was shifting, and man and beast were entranced by the look of it on her skin. She was beautiful. That thought had him taking a step towards her. And as quickly as it had begun her skin turned back to normal, as though recoiling from a threat.
Dage looked at her eyes. He realized she didn’t even notice the change. There was so much he didn’t know of the Born’s way of life. Though he had a feeling that something was wrong with what he’d just seen. When his beast rose it pushed to the surface longing to get free. Was his beast different from hers?
Dage remembered Mafka’s words ‘“Let her rise, Zaya. She’ll protect you.”’ What was that about? What was wrong with her? Dage wanted to ask her, but they had to keep moving.
“I hadn’t thought of it like that. But you do realize we can’t g
