My Monster
But it's not the Kaziel I know.
His hair is long and as white as bone, falling past his shoulders in ethereal waves. His skin is too perfect, glowing under the moonlight. And carved into the center of his forehead is a strange, jagged mark like a wavy crescent. His eyes lift to meet mine. They are a shocking gold.
The Hollow smiles with his mouth.
And it is Kaziel's smile.
My mouth goes dry, a shiver running through me.
No, no, no.
I stagger back as I stare at the face I know better than my own reflection.