“Tell me I’m wrong, Sera.” My muscles went weak and my neck limp. The essence bled out around him in thick tendrils of black laced with silver. Shadows churned under his skin. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me!” he shouted, the shadows spreading until his flesh was the color of midnight streaked with starlight, and the fingers around my wrists became as hard as shadowstone. “Tell me you were not going after Kolis!” “I had to.” “Wrong,” he snarled, the flash of fangs a shocking white against his skin.
Oh damn. OH DAMN.
