She heard him over the sound of running water in the bathroom.

“Yeah?”

“You really miss him, don’t you?”

For a long moment she did not reply. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

“I know how you felt about him. I mean, I understand.”

“Do you? Well, at least that makes one of us.”

“I think he understood, too. Or at least, he does now.”

The sound of water stopped.

“Let’s not talk about it now, ” she said. “Just come to bed.”

There was no reply.

“Warlock?”

“I’m right here.”

The sound of his voice galvanized her. It was different. It was…

She turned toward the bathroom.

Modred was standing in the doorway.

She gasped and sat up in bed, staring at him wide-eyed.

“I’m sorry, ” he said. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Oh, my God…”

“It’s still me, Kira. Or rather, it’s us. Both of us. We’re both

here.”

“How…?”

“I honestly don’t know. But it seems that I can do this.

Shapechange from one form to the other. The way Gorlois does

with Billy. It should make things rather interesting.”

“Jesus Christ, ” she whispered. “I don’t know if I can handle this.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll change back.”

“No, ” she said softly, meeting his gaze. “Don’t.”

She held her breath as he came to bed.