Moonlight flickers across his face like sentient white vines. My feet still. This is Krystian…but it’s not. This close, I can see that his eyes are black as pitch. Inky veins extend from his eyes and branch across his face, pulsating beneath his pale skin. Even his hair seems to have changed. It’s still white, but instead of golden undertones, there appears to be blue streaks layered in the strands. Krystian’s smile widens, unveiling perfectly white teeth. “I wondered what Krystian was keeping from me. I didn’t expect it to be a beautiful woman. Hello, dear. You can call me Krys.”
