Roxie's POV
The man stepped into the clearing, and the dying light fell across his face.
I knew that face. Not because I had ever seen it, but because pieces of it lived in people I loved. He had Aldric's eyes, that deep amber-gold, the dragon-gold. He had Lysandra's coloring, a faint silver shimmer running through his dark hair like frost on a window. He was beautiful and he was wrong, and the wrongness was hard to name—a flicker at his edges, a way the dusk seemed to pass *through* him in places it should not have passed.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
He smiled, and the smile was sad and sharp at the same time. "You don't know? Of course you don't. They buried me before you were born." He spread his arms, a small mocking bow. "Kael Drakmoor. Your brother, sister. The older one. The on
