Dakshana shivered, burrowed down into the fur. The fire was dying. Chadstone must have noticed, for he traced a few lines in the air, and the flames flared.
He turned his vivid blue gaze back on her, and for a moment Dakshana imagined that if she leaned in closer she would see in his eyes the dawn sky and morning star.
"You called yourself a shadow," she said.
The blandness of his expression never wavered.
"How? You have a body, cast a shadow --"
He turned his head to glance at the cave wall, and Dakshana realized he didn't cast a shadow.
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