Chadstone studied her expression, but his own hesitation drove the action; he knew she would understand what he had to say.
"I am a shadow," he said. He eased closer, lowered his voice, stared at his hands. "Born of stone and magic and doomed to die in the light of the sun. Fed on terror and malice and greed, and ever-hungry for that which we cannot have."
"What can't you have? You have magic for everything."
"Light. Life. True color." Love. Everything in his world was a pale imitation.
Shadows.
"Then your body is --"
"A shadow."
"You said we."
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