Kingdom of Ash

his feet at last, aiming for the table where
water and food had been laid out. A fine
spread, for a demon king’s castle in the dead
of winter. He poured himself a glass of water
and gulped down the contents. “Is this
Erawan’s true form?”
“In a manner of speaking. We are not like
the human and Fae, where your souls are
invisible, unseen. Our souls have a shape to
them. We have bodies that we can fashion
around them—adorn them, like jewelry. The
form you see on Erawan was always his
preferred decoration.”
“What do your souls look like beneath?”
“You would find them displeasing.”
He suppressed a shudder.
“I suppose that makes us shape-shifters,
too,” Maeve mused as Dorian aimed for the
chair beside hers. He’d spent his nights
sleeping on the floor before the fire, one eye