Shifting into one of my other forms was as easy as breathing, and I was looking forward to letting one come out to play. Instead of my usual long, ebony hair, icy-blonde locks skimmed my shoulders. “Mm…” I pondered aloud, touching the glass of my mirror in front of me. Frost was typically my most favored form for public outings and the easiest to wield. I looked downright angelic, contrasting to the demon I’d rather be.
