Yav’s tongue lashed against his fangs. She should have heard the story he continued to tell, but suddenly, his canines were much smaller. His lips were pink and full, his face longer but less gaunt, sporting a new hint of color. Platinum locks were combed over neatly, and his crimson eyes dulled to grey, underlined by the dark rings of illness and fatigue. He was tied to a cross, the poison sun rising in the east —