“Have you ever heard of Switchers?” she asked.
Kaius frowned, the word triggering something deep in his memory, something from his supernatural studies. It was a term rarely spoken, barely acknowledged, because Switchers were almost myth, their existence so rare that there had only been a dozen documented cases in all of history.
They were beings with the ability to change their physical appearance, to take on the identity of others so flawlessly that they could even deceive those closest to them. Because of this, they were both highly sought after and deeply feared, desired for their power but hated for the very thing that made them unique.
Kaius’s breath came faster, realization dawning in his mind like a lightning strike, but he could only hope that he was wrong.
“I know what a Swit
