The flare cut off his torrent of power. He staggered as much as from its sudden cessation as from the flash, his knees gone weak under him as he collapsed to the wooden floor. As the flash faded, he blinked, trying to see, feeling as if the mist outside had invaded his head.
Wulfram huddled against a leg of the table, clutching his head. His mouth contorted in an open scream, but Thomas could hear nothing over the ringing in his ears. Nor could he get his muscles to work or his eyes to focus.
Aidan. He squinted at the bishop, who still prayed fervently, his words a low drone in the background. Godric crouched before him, his eyes fixed upon Aidan with hatred blazing in them. Thomas’ Call had not affected them. Thomas tried to get up, but it was as if his limbs were tied to anvils. He ha
