“So there is no difference between you and I,” Dage asked. There was a strange note in his voice that Zaya wished she hadn’t heard because she had no answers for him. Zaya turned to him. His eyes were trained to his arms. She could clearly see it. The anger and confusion of his forced slavery.
Dage concentrated reaching for his beast. His skin turned black.
Anubis? Was he a guardian? A slave? An unborn? Was there purpose to his existence after all? He didn’t know.
“You’re an unborn,” at her words Zaya watched Dage flinch. She started to reach out to him, but stopped herself. She was wary to touch him, to give her mate the comfort she knew he needed. “All the other guardians are born from mated guardians. Accept for the first seven high priests. Not much is known about you… I.” Z
