The air shuddered beside me, Jiao returning with a frustrated expression flickering over her young face. It smoothed as quickly as it came, though I knew with one glance she'd pursued-and lost-Spaft and Sonja.
It didn't matter right now. She stood in silence, listening as I gently gripped my son's upper arms in my hands and squeezed.
"Where?"
He bounced slightly, excitement bubbling to the surface of his power, sizzling over mine, drawing me into his happy mood. There was such purity and energy to my son, a pull so overwhelming and welcoming I couldn't resist it.
"In the place between the veil," he said.
And, suddenly, everything made sense. While raising a million questions at the same time.