Xan was picking at his shadow powers, it's slowly awakening and running its way into his bloodstream. He thought, why didn't he notice it last time?
Right, because last time he wasn't a fully grown adult king trapped inside the body of his teenage self. It's been a few weeks since he's seventeen again, and Xith is living and breathing, alive and radiating warmth from where Xan's back is lined up against his. In the same room, the twins Jacob and Jin Qiu are still here, haven't abandoned their family for each other. Yin Hong is still joking around, her voice loud and demanding attention. Xiao Lan is peeling an apple with a knife, her pitless black eyes are bright and full of life.
The prince still can't believe that this is real, that time travelling is possible.
He smiled a little to himself. He will make everything right this time...
