Max stepped inside, met my gaze. His power touched me, slid over me even as his eyes shifted to Belaisle and back again.
"Sydlynn," he said. "We have visitors." He didn't sound happy.
Belaisle's chuckling followed me out while I struggled to breathe, just breathe.
"What is it?" Max turned me to face him, diamond eyes troubled.
"Nothing," I said, more sharply than I would ever have normally. "Who's here?"
He gestured for me to precede him toward the tear in the veil he'd opened. "You'll see."
We emerged in the foyer of the Stronghold where Quaid and a dozen Enforcers hovered on blue fire. I stood there, dumb and stunned for the longest time, shocked he'd show his face to me this soon.
But from the gathering he'd brought this was an official visit.