He stood silhouetted in the window, watching the City beneath him. She swallowed hard as he turned, uncertain of her reception. “Thanks be to you,” he whispered as he opened his arms, inviting her into his embrace. She rushed forward, burying herself in his arms. Tyr’s hug was fierce. If it weren’t for him bracing his right side, she’d never have felt even a hint of the injuries that had brought him close to death just an hour ago. Instead, Tyr lived and made her world perfect. But then reality reared its unwanted head. He parted their bodies and looked into her eyes. “The beast?” Sal couldn’t keep eye contact. “He’s badly injured, but I’m pretty sure he made it back to your time.” “Forward,” Tyr stated absently, his gaze wandering off. “I’m sorry?” He strode off, pacing in front of the window. “He used the blood to move forward along the time continuum to our home.” Shaking her head, Sal backed away. “No. The way you dress? And speak? You came from our past.”
