Pen watched himself in the mirror. He had gone from a shadow chaser to a smiling and happy man. All in less than two days. How had she managed this? Did he even know who she was, really know? He found that for the first time in a long time, he did not care. She was a sparkling jewel, a shaft of sunlight in the darkness, and she had changed him utterly simply by existing.
He turned back to her and smiled. "So. What now?" he said.
