Reacting to the magic word Like changed shape, and as Avalai turned to him he was once again the large mirror.
Like shot her a warm ceramic smile.
"I almost thought you wouldn't recognise me. My dear queen."
The clay mask that made his face showed flickers and shadows in the light of the candle.
"It has been a very long time hasn't it?"
Like faded and he showed Avelai her own reflection.
"I must say not either of us has changed.
Don't you agree?
Red Queen, Mistress of Night, Vladimir's Favored.
Why don't you ask me the question that you hold dear to your heart, the one you always asked. Knowing the answer."