CHAPTER 22Legionaries transported himself directly from the third floor of the hospital and straight into Griffin Patterson’s home. He shed the old man’s clothing and morphed back into his normal human form. Upon seeing his reflection in the hall mirror, something seemed off. Slowly turning his head from side to side and leaning forward into the mirror for a closer look, he saw something odd about his eye color. There now seemed to be a red tinge to it.
A pain formed in his temples, interrupting his thoughts. Reaching up with both hands, he began to massage the sides of his head, only to find that the harder he massaged the more the pain seemed to amplify. He stopped, but the pain continued to intensify. The pounding became so extreme that his legs buckled and he collapsed helplessly onto
