3Topper stopped in front of her house and held up a hand to slow them down. Her wards were practically vibrating in alarm. She glanced at her large, alien shadow and lifted her chin. Stark tilted his head down and raised an eyebrow over her gesture. She felt like a bug under a microscope.
“This is my home. Do not touch anything unless I say it’s okay.”
Stark stiffly nodded as he watched the strange, hostile female climb a series of small platforms until she reached a large wooden landing. He imitated her actions until he was standing behind her on the platform. She held both hands palms out facing the door and was chanting something.
Her power was erratic, but it wrapped strongly around him. The only being he’d ever known who rivaled her was the Goddess herself.
His gaze roamed the bac
