and she’ll sell us to the highest bidder.”
Dorian’s sapphire eyes churned, the hand
on his sword tightening. Manon tensed at that
contemplative, cold stare. The hint of the
calculating predator beneath the king’s
handsome face. He only said to the spider,
“You mastered shape-shifting in a matter of
months, it seems.”
A path would find him here, Gavin had said.
A path into Morath. Not a physical road,
not a course of travel, but this.
The unholy terror remained quiet for a beat
before she said, “Our gifts are strange and
hungry things. We feed not just on your life,
but your powers, too, if you possess them.
Once magic was freed, I learned to wield the
abilities the shape-shifter had transferred to
me.”
Damaris warmed in his hand. Truth. Every