The door to the kitchen swung open, and Raif strode in laughing beside—Holt. Seven gods. Of course he was part of the uprising. And for the first time, she saw what he truly looked like. His pointed ears, the brightness of his eyes, his preternatural movements even more fluid than before. He was more than a god. It was as if he was from another world, raw power rolling from him like it had the first time they’d met.
