It took everything in me to leave the room, the man’s intense stare taking up space in my mind. I didn’t think he was a wivern or a changeling, because why would the bones of a deity be needed to cage one of them? Surely that couldn’t be… “Could Malec change forms?” I asked as we entered a narrow stairwell. “No,” Casteel answered from in front of me. “I know what you’re thinking. That’s not him. He was not the kind of deity that could shift forms.” Somehow, that didn’t relieve me as it should.
