Ysbryd Iawn o Ryfeddod

Part XIV

It felt like someone’s fingers were grabbing the mind matter behind his right eye and twisting it: his master. Preston Glover had found Alaric and Lovey. He was right now on his way to the Green Fountain Inn. They were practically dead already, in his master’s bosom. The twisting stopped, then began again contracting tighter and holding there.