Mati merged with him just as the implosion of anima absorbed them, which was an interesting experience. The anima deposited him on the street and Yasha rubbed his left arm to rid himself of the tingle of magic. Mati’s feathers spread under his skin from shoulder to the back of his hand, moving like a shimmering black and green tattoo as he flexed his fingers.

             Stepping out of the building’s alcove he was immed...