As He Pleased

Once the sun was down, Chadstone could do as he pleased. It was easy to close his eyes, toss his head, and shimmer into being dressed in the simple furs of a hunter. If he chose he could cloak himself in the mortals’ dull blacks and browns, but he was born of stone and shining whites and blues, and he didn’t care if the mortals stared. None of them would understand what he was until it was too late. Maybe Minka and Srina had told, but no one would believe Srina and Minka was too smart for that. He smiled.