Chapter 60

Swallowing hard, her gaze trailed over his chest and abs, the merge of man and beast so obviously displayed on his face continuing to the rest of his body—or what she’d seen of it.

His monstrous side was covered in white, powerful, harsh tattoos that contrasted with his luminous black scales. The curving lines and jagged points cut across the defined planes of his stomach, chest, and flowed down the length of his arm in a tribalesque pattern. She couldn’t help but wonder if the sharp, sweeping symbols meant something to him.

As if to highlight the differences between his two sides, the right half of his upper body was covered in a matching pattern, those in solid black, stark against his pearlescent grey skin. It was on that side his tattoos had shifted, rearranging magically during the Binding to make room for her Sigil.

Turning away before he felt her stare, she crouched to resume digging through the pile of debris. The familiar tingle of dakaryian steel against her fin