“Kelsier!” she screamed.
Ham grabbed her shoulder. “Careful, child. It’s not him.”
The creature looked at her. It wore Kelsier’s face, but the eyes…they were different. The face didn’t bear Kelsier’s characteristic smile. It seemed hollow. Dead.
“I apologize,” it said. “This was to be my part in the plan, and is the reason Kelsier originally contracted with me. I was to take his bones once he was dead, then appear to his followers to give them faith and strength.”
“What are you?” Vin asked with horror.
Renoux-Kelsier looked at her, and then his face shimmered, becoming transparent. She could see his bones through the gelatinous skin. It reminded her of…
“A mistwraith.”
“A kandra,” the creature said, its skin losing its transparency. “A mistwraith that has…grown up, you might say.”