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her form, drifting over the smooth golden skin that he’d never forgotten. She was covered from her neck to her toes, but her face and hands looked perfect. The black of her pants and coat only served to emphasize her golden glow. It had been the first thing to strike him about her. She was golden all over—hair, skin, eyes. She could pass among mortals, but barely. He knew she didn’t know who her father was, but he had a feeling she’d inherited the otherworldly trait from him, as her mother hadn’t had it.
    Avera was long dead now, but he was grateful as hell that her daughter wasn’t. Not that he knew what the hell to do with her. The easy words that he’d once commanded had died centuries ago. They’d both been quick-witted and fast to speak back then. 
    Now, they were both silent. Awkwardly so. He’d long ago pasted his broken pieces back together, though they no longer created the same perfect shape they once had. Her silence, and the heaviness in her gaze, suggested that she might have tried the same.
    Were they both broken?
    His mind jerked to a halt. Not broken. He tried not to think like that anymore. It did him no good and he wouldn’t think of her that way either.
    Whatever had happened to her, he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss the hell out of her. But he couldn’t. He could no longer even touch her, not after the decades of torture that had proven that touch equaled pain.
    What evil twist of fate had given him back his mate, yet made him unable to touch her?
    Aurora stared at him, more silent than he’d ever known her. He had no idea how much time had passed—likely a ridiculous amount. A glance at the clock showed it was six p.m.
    “It’s no’ too late to head up to the glacier to have a look,” he said. He’d first caught sight of the now glowing soulceress city a week ago. Currently, the glow was only visible at night. But it was getting worse. Whatever caused it was growing stronger.
    “Sure,” Aurora said. “We can’t aetherwalk? We used to be able to.”
    He shook his head, keeping his mind far away from how they’d once been. “Not any longer. I tried before, but whatever magic is going wrong at the city repels aetherwalking now.” 
    “That’s odd.”
    He nodded and led the way through the living room toward the front door. Aurora’s soft footsteps sounded behind him and her familiar—Mouse, he remembered—ran ahead of him. The sleek black cat darted from couch to chair to table, sniffing at each. When he reached the door, he grabbed his jacket. He didn’t usually feel the cold, but speeding across the glacier on a snowmobile in November would make even the hottest-blooded Mythean shiver.
    The snow crunched under their feet as they approached his small barn. He pulled the wide door open and flicked on the light. The warm yellow glow spilled over the two snowmobiles parked inside. Their sleek white bodies were designed to blend in with the glacier. They were powerful machines—not the ones rented out at resorts and bought by families who lived in the mountains. He’d modified them to tow large cargos and still be able to speed across the glacier.
    “Ever ridden one of these?” he asked.
    “No. I’ve never driven anything.” Avid interest colored her voice and he turned to look at her. Her eyes gleamed as her gaze raced over the plastic and metal contraptions. “What are they?”
    What are they? Even if she hadn’t ridden one, she should at least recognize them. They were everywhere in TV and movies. “A snowmobile.”
    She walked to the closest one and ran her hand along one of the handles. Her gaze was keen, taking in all the details. So she liked vehicles. But she’d never driven anything before? Where the hell had she been?
    “You’ll ride with me,” he said, a vaguely sick feeling fighting with an anticipation he hadn’t felt in centuries. He could touch her again. It was bittersweet. It’d hurt like hell and possibly make him nauseous, but