Flying seemed even harder this time, though I managed to wrestle myself back under control more quickly than before. By the time I reached the Stronghold the ache across my shoulders and chest carried over into my human form. As though the drach I'd become was fighting the woman I'd been.
I wasn't enjoying the analogy or the reality.
It didn't help Max stood in his quiet and patient way, waiting for me on the stone wall of the fortress. A sharp jab of anger at the sight of him made me prickle before I exhaled heavily, fingers plucking at the ribbon I wanted to shed in a fit of pique, embracing my human form with as smooth and calm an expression as possible.
Careful, my demon snorted. Your Syd is showing.
Smartass.
"You are troubled." Max's lack of preamble was as irritating as my demon's snarky remark.