“Oh.” The emotions that had gathered in his throat splintered into hundreds of pieces, tiny shards cracking and falling into the pit of his belly. “Niko.”
A sob broke in his throat. A gasp rattled his chest. A tear rolled down his cheek. Travis opened his eyes. And in front of him, cheek cradled in his palm, was Niko. Capturing his face between his hands, Travis crushed their mouths together, the hurt and fear and grief melting away as though they never existed.
“It’s okay, Travis,” Niko murmured between kisses. “I’m all right. You were just caught in their illusion.”
“Illusion?”
Travis still had that gentle hold on Niko, but when he looked over his head he saw, with abject horror, what he meant. Huddled in the corner of the room, legs hugged to her chest and face buried in her knees, a little girl trembled and cried. In front of her, towering almost seven feet tall, with monstrous features, was a shade.