“Saxon went back to the ship with Maxsim. He was injured and needed Link to patch him up until you can work your magic. It wasn’t life threatening, I promise.” Xavier picks up my hand and gives it a squeeze, and I feel myself sag in Tirrian’s arms. The nausea is still there, but it’s tempered by relief.
“Ah, guys, should I keep going? I can’t stay here all day,” Ghosie calls, and Tirrian lowers me to my feet as we all gather around the stasis box.
It’s way bigger than I thought it would be. I was expecting coffin-sized, but this thing is chest height and probably wide enough to fit two people inside it. It’s glowing this weird, grayish light and has strange symbols carved onto the side of it. Zeydan runs his finger over one of them, tracing the symbol. He mutters under his breath, a frown creasing his brow in thought.
Ghosie is elbows deep, his whole body vibrating at a frequency that must resonate with the sarcophagus. He looks to me for a response.
“Yes, pull her out. Don’t let her wait any longer,” I urge him, my body tense with anticipation. I hold my breath, the eerie silence surrounding us only broken by a slight humming sound that Ghosie emits. His entire body disappears as he reaches down. After what seems like hours, but is probably only mere seconds, he steps back, bringing a small form with him.
He moves away from the stasis box with a woman cradled in his arms, and they both appear solid, their bodies no longer vibrating. My first impression of my grandma is confusing. She doesn’t look like the photos I saw of her in my grandpas’ suites. She had long, straight dark hair and tan skin. This woman is just as petite as the photo had been, but she is pale, with colorless hair that almost looks like it’s glowing.
“That’s not my grandma,” I bite out, disappointment shattering all of my hope that I was going to be able to reunite my grandpas with their mate.
A shocked gasp has me turning my gaze away from the strange woman.
The words that come out of Zeydan’s mouth have me frowning with confusion.
“Lilessa?” He steps toward Ghosie, taking the small woman from his arms and cradling her against his chest like she’s the most precious thing in the world. Stabbing jealousy flows through my veins, and I clench my fists, berating myself for feeling such a stupid emotion.
No one says anything, so I ask the question we all want to know the answer to.
“Why is the goddess of life in the box instead of my grandma?”
