He opened it and whispered the words she had taught him before lifting the gun. “It feels…” He shuddered and dropped it as the gun suffused with a vibrant emerald glow in response to the magical words that had awakened it. “Sorry.” Vetiver grabbed the gun just before it struck the ground. Her agile reflexes still astonished her. She whispered the words to dim it. “I did warn you.” “It still surprised me,” he admitted, eyes wide on the weapon that, by her command, no longer glowed. “It was warm, almost hot, but there was no pain.” “It took some time, but I made certain it was Shikar safe. Now if any of the others who use these weapons run out of ammo, they can rely on its light to protect them. It will burn any Daemon it touches. The gun itself can be used to cut like one of your Foils when it’s lit up against an enemy.” Vetiver was now a Shikar, transformed by Boreas’ semen mere days after they had arrived here. Ushered through the death of her human form with the aid of Emily—another former human turned Shikar, a Traveler who had shown her the way back from oblivion, to awaken in her husband’s loving arms.
