Gwyn’s presence was there but silent, unmoving, as if she too was dead. She laid there and none of them raced off to leech onto her. Morgan swallowed down his ever-rising fear that they wouldn’t find another host. The concerns he carried shoved their anchorage into his skin, urging him to allow them their hold.
“Fight back Morgan!” Ejder growled in his ear.
Morgan braced himself for impact as another reared back at the sound of the dragon within him.
“Steady,” Grant hissed under his breath.
He couldn’t help but focus on each one of his conquered minds. Holding them away from their persons made it hard to accept that Bryson did the very same for him. It rushed Bryson as if Morgan attacked him. His errant thoughts had no place begging for a place other than within him, but they raced
