"You haven't aged a day," Dakshana said.
Chadstone met her gaze and allowed her scrutiny. He had two things left, and he was willing to give both of them up. It seemed his dignity - identity, pride - would be first to go.
"It's a wonder I didn't recognize you at the fires." She drew the furs closed, continued to study him. "All my life, the pale man in the shadows was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen." She tilted her head to the side, watched.
Chadston was still.
"You really aren't human."
"I never said I was." He almost smiled.
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