The suite's sitting room was larger than most apartments in Berian. Marble floors, silk curtains, a fireplace that had been lit despite the mild evening.
The kind of luxury that had once felt foreign to me, back when it was just my first day in this world.
Now it just felt like home.
The family stood frozen in the doorway, still processing my presence. Aldric had his hand half-extended toward the shadow at his feet, not instinct, I realized, but readiness.
The blade was already there, waiting.
Beside him, Elara's posture had shifted almost imperceptibly, her weight balanced, her right hand positioned where a weapon would be if she needed one. She wasn't hiding behind her husband.
She was positioned to move past him.
And Finn, the boy who had been pressing his nose against train windows just hours ago, had gone very still. His eyes tracked me the way someone twice his age would track a threat.
All three had gotten used to their [Endless Fangs].
