He'a a figure of darkness, even in the reflected, silvered sunlight of the full moon. The shadows he casts shudder and murmur to themselves, edged in deep blackness.

Rae tells herself she must have lost her senses completely, because she finds herself not liking that he's standing there, with her unable to see his eyes behind the dark circles of glass.

"I don't even know," she says, quiet, after a moment. "You... I can feel myself drawn after you, though it goes against every instinct of survival I have. And... you come to me, so often when I'm in the kitchens, baking."

Why?

Why does the day chase the night, and the night in turn chase the day? Why do they seek that which is, at the same time, what they can harm the easiest and what they are weakest to resist?