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Thomas didn’t get far. A surge of power froze him in place. Another flipped him around to face Wulfram, helpless as a fish in a net.
But Wulfram ignored him. He stared at Godric with narrowed eyes, his breathing harsh.
The harper’s eyes were shut. He trembled violently, once, and then a terrible stillness washed over him. An ecstatic expression spread across his face as his eyes opened and he turned to face Thomas. “We meet again.”
Godric spoke, but it was not his voice. The words were smooth, throbbing in an almost physical caress. “We have been eager for this, as eager as you.”
Thomas stood frozen, even though everything within him screamed for him to get away—to run, as he had on Halloween, spurred on by the horror brought about by the proximity of the demons that pursue
