Kingdom of Ash

Manon’s mouth curled in a cruel smile.
“She donated the Spidersilk for Abraxos’s
wings.”
The spider snarled. “You stole my silk, and
shoved me and my weavers off a cliff—”
“How is it that you can shape-shift?”
Dorian asked, still pinning the spider in place
as he approached Manon’s other side, one
hand gripping the hilt of his ancient sword.
“The legends make no mention of that.”
Curiosity indeed brightened on his face. She
supposed the white line through his golden
skin on his throat was proof that he’d dealt
with far worse. And supposed that whatever
bond lay between them was also proof he had
little fear of pain or death.
A good trait for a witch, yes. But in a
mortal? It would likely wind up getting him
killed.
Perhaps it was not a lack of fear, but rather