Look at me, Tem. Tem’s eyes flew open. For the first time, she saw Caspen in his true form. He was beautiful—far more beautiful than he was as a human—more beautiful, surely, than the gods. His body was covered in sleek black scales, shinier than the facets of a diamond, reflecting and refracting light in a kaleidoscopic waterfall. She stared into his eyes—eyes she no longer feared—eyes that had seen the worst parts of her and always loved her anyway.
