章 152: Chapter 152

Dallin shoves the dark touch from out his mind and squeezes Wil's hand again. Could it really be so simple, so... normal? A jealous soul moved to gluttony, and with the power to take unchecked--finally checked and thwarted, and reeking of furious insanity. The simplicity--the grand mundanity--makes him want to vomit.

He grits his teeth. "You hide behind my face, you spout my words, but you can't seem to get them quite right." He's angry now, and it fills him up, pushes out some of the fear and uncertainty until the pulse that hammers through his head is his own heartbeat. He cocks his head to the side, an odd, slithering realization wending through him.