Then he caught sight of Alexei’s face. It was a face he knew as well as any other, particularly Alexei’s hazel eyes, so different from Sascha’s or Ivan’s icy-blue pairs. Except now Alexei’s eyes were black. And his teeth were bared at Kai, and those were not the teeth Sascha remembered. His eyes widened, and he gasped, the sound quickly turning into another ragged cough. “Alexei,” he managed to get out between coughs. “You’ve got—you’ve got fangs.”
