My stomach dropped and bottomed out at the sight of Ryze. We were alone in the hallway, dark mage against dark mage. Confusion flashed behind his eyes as he took in my headmistress form.

With just a thought, I changed back into myself, not for his benefit but for mine. When I killed him, he needed to know it was me.

He shook his head, one corner of his mouth curling. "A skin-walker. A shadow-walker. A thief. A killer. You're almost just like me, ...