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He Could Destroy Us All
Thomas rolled to his knees and looked up, fighting nausea as he saw and heard everything in double—from Odda’s perspective and his own. He tried to shut down the Odda-feeling, but he couldn’t do it. It was too big to grasp.
Brorda held the wriggling boy by the scruff of his neck, looking down at Thomas with a shocked expression. Beside Brorda, Nectan stood locked in a staring contest with Raegenold.
But he couldn’t spare any attention to anything else other than Odda’s distress, feeling it as his own. “Let him go,” he choked out.
Odda fell with a thump as Brorda let him go and the boy scrambled back to him. Thomas felt Odda’s overwhelming relief, his need for him as though he were experiencing it himself. His stomach swooped and roiled. He had to find a way
