When I was dressed, Tharix observed my clothes with interest, then, without seeming to do anything at all to summon the magic, clothes began to form over his body too. He clad himself in black, from his boots to his shirt, but the shape of the clothes, right down to the way I had left open the collar of my shirt mimicked mine exactly. “What are you?” I growled, my heart pounding with distrust, my mind whirling with unease. “Funny,” Tharix replied. “I was hoping you might tell me.”
