CHAPTER 43

Dorian began small.
First, by changing his eyes to black. Solid
black, like the Valg. Then by turning his skin
into an icy, pale shade, the sort that never saw
sunlight. His hair, he left dark, but he
managed to make his nose more crooked, his
mouth thinner.
Not a full shift, but one done in pieces.
Weaving the image together in himself,
forming the tapestry of his new face, new
skin, during the long, silent flight up the spine
of the Fangs.
He hadn’t told Manon it was likely a