He wasn’t Kingfisher anymore. He was Khydan. Undeniably, the name fit him. It was like discovering the long-lost, missing piece of a puzzle. Like snapping it into place to complete an image, and finally seeing and understanding it in its entirety. He could only ever be Khydan to me now. And he was ready to face whatever awaited us on the other side of this door.
Pronounced kai-dan.
