Bab 558: Chapter 558: Battle Of Wills

I had about a split second of warning before Quaid's power slammed up in a wall between us, pushing me back from him even as a whip of green Sidhe magic lashed at my feet. I stumbled away, shock winning for about another heartbeat or so before I understood the nature of his thrall.

"You've given him a Sidhe soul." Of course, she had. Made total sense. And now, thanks to his thrall, while she controlled Quaid's human mind, the fallen Sidhe inside him was free to act. "You go too far."

She flickered her fingers at me, still refusing to turn, or even speak.

Expecting me to hurt my friend. Yeah. Classy.

Gram's mind dove into mine as Quaid pulled the sword from his hip and stalked toward me with soft chiming sounds, his fluid metal armor flowing like a second skin. I had to duck under the swish of the blade and back pedal further while Charlotte and Galleytrot growled. But hesitated.

We have to reach Quaid, Gram sent. The only way to do that is to have him shed the Sidhe soul.