"You're the transformation piece?" he asked, circling her.
He touched her cheek. And to Kaia's horror, she did . The mirror shard in Lyra's safe wasn't just changing her body—it was bleeding memories into her mind. Flashes of a past life: dancing on marble floors, the weight of golden collars, the helpless thrill of being desired. "You're the transformation piece
"Fascinating," Lyra whispered, not with horror, but with greedy delight. "You're the transformation piece?" he asked
When it fades, Kaelen is back. Tweed vest, stubble, broad shoulders. He's kneeling on Lyra's floor, gasping. the weight of golden collars
The pain was not physical. It was existential. One moment, Kaelen felt the solid weight of his 6'2" frame, the rasp of his two-day stubble, the broadness of his shoulders. The next, the world recalibrated .