Chapter 9In a haze of a swirling mist, Darce extended his long hand out to me. His fingers curled open, revealing his palm. As my gaze drifted over his form, I realized Darce didn’t exactly appear the way I was used to. He looked different. Darce was paler. Translucent, even. While he was cloaked in darkness, his clothing reminded me of the evening sky. Small crystals lined his sleeves and shoulders, and rained down over his chest. He flashed a grin as he gazed at me with his dark, speckled eyes.
I couldn’t resist the urge to smile in return.
The way he beckoned me without words—enticing me to take his hand. I lifted my fingers, realizing just how creamy white they were. I noticed the sleeve of the gown I was wearing; the dress was a rich, deep green fabric, held together by brown ribbo
