Chapter Eleven
Passenger
Arinmalia paced the confines of her cave. Her minions were out hunting, and she was restless. Her thoughts wandered, considering the scheme she had spent millennia devising. Soon, all her hard work would come to fruition.
“Your plan is a good one, but why do you settle for such a small measure of power when you could claim so much more?”
The compelling voice spoke from within the recesses of her mind. It was as familiar to her as the argument it raised.
“Vlaz,” she greeted him. “I should have known you would have something to say.”
She silently berated herself for not maintaining the mental barriers that kept his voice at bay. It had taken her years to learn how to keep him in check. He was quick to assert his dominance when her concentration slipped. She loo
